I Was Never More Alive Than When

Rectory Always Sounded To Me Like A Place Where You Would Find A Proctologist.

Our Universe Is Ruled By Random Whim, Inhabited By People Who Laugh At Logic.

Getting Yelled At By A Furious Woman Should Be Treated As A Semiformal Occasion.

What To Wear? I Could Think Of No Guidelines On What We Were Wearing This Season To A Party Forced On You To Celebrate An Unwanted Engagement That Might Turn Into A Violent Confrontation With A Vengeful Maniac. Clearly Brown Shoes Were Out, But Beyond That Nothing Really Seemed De Rigueur.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.