Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

Stop the nurse like the monkey.

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

What a terrible thing life can be.

And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?