If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.
Richard BrautiganNight was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.
Richard Brautigan