I found English to be a sort of Thomas Hardy aversion therapy.
I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.
You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.
I knew enough about adults to know that if did tell them what had happened, I would not be believed. Adults rarely seemed to believe me when I told the truth anyway.
Truly life is wasted on the living.
They also held that the way to salvation was to give way to lust and temptation in all things. And no greater percentage of them turned up here than of any other religion. Amusing, isn't it?