Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.
There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.
Everybody has something wrong with them.
The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.
There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only one you.
All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially do all stories of monogamy end in death, and your man who is monogamous while he often lives most happily, dies in the most lonely fashion.