There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.