I am only interested in money because everyone else is.
The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.
Writing is a refuge from unhappiness, but has its own sorrows.
The lover as baby is a less troubling idea than the baby as lover.
I love money, but will money ever love me in return?
A laughing Lear would be monstrous. Not so a laughing Romeo and Juliet.