IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

I think people understand things different when they get older. It’s not a question of getting soft, or seeing things in the gray areas instead of black and white. I really believe I’m just understanding things different. Better.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.