Not a good month, either. Of all his arts, writing is the most challenging. He trusts his instincts, and thinks instinct can be trained. I really see myself as an elderly gun dog who suddenly gets up and runs out of the room, and can't really explain why he's gone until he comes back with something in his mouth. But I think I would have done anyway.
Flies are ethnically clean because they've never found anybody else to sleep with.
I'm taken by surprise daily will have to shake myself by the hand and wish myself goodnight.