The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all.
You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday
And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.