My friend, I saw a third dream and this dream was altogether frightful. The heavens roared and the earth roared again, daylight failed and darkness fell, lightning flashed, fire blazed out, the clouds lowered, they rained down death. Then the brightness departed, the fire went out, and all was turned to ashes fallen about us.
People are either charming or tedious.
I can dig sniping. The book every man has inside him should usually stay there. It's a splendid language. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so.