Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
No one dare disturb the sound of silence...
...everything looks worse in black and white.
Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.
It was easier than explaining DiMaggio's use as a metaphor.
We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.