How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know. I wish it was always that way. It's getting dark already. It will soon be night, thank goodness.
Eugene O'NeillWhy canโt you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. Youโll find what youโre trying to say in him- as youโll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' - 'Fine! Thatโs beautiful. But I wasnโt trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so letโs drink up and forget it. Thatโs more my idea.
Eugene O'Neill