I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.
John SteinbeckWhy do men like me want sons? he wondered. It must be because they hope in their poor beaten souls that these new men, who are their blood, will do the things they were not strong enough nor wise enough nor brave enough to do. It is rather like another chance at life; like a new bag of coins at a table of luck after your fortune is gone.
John Steinbeck