In psychoanalysis, only the fee is exactly what it seems to be.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Only the strong and the hopeful are able to revolt.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.
My ambition in life: to become successful enough to resume my career as a neurasthenic.