Well, here goes. The second, the question about the rain, rats, all that. When the rain comes I run and hide my head, I might as well be dead when the rain comes. Actually, it's then that I feel rat-like. He ardently sucks the last drops out of the bottom of the wax-paper milkshake containers, never leaving more than a trace, a thin film at the bottom of the cup.
Rats notice things like that.
She's the Surgeon General. We must not. You know, you have wonderful teeth. It has been said that life is a breeze if you have great teeth. Edmund White, from The Beautiful Room Is Empty.