I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.

The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.

Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found there.

What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, you think about them some more, you're changing again. And on it goes. You are changing right now. Before my eyes.

I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

No one needs a first edition. Whoever wrote it; even if it was Moses.