A Person's Memory Is Everything, Really. Memory

The King Is In His Tower, Eating Bread And Honey. The Breakers In The Basement, Making All The Money.

The Tears That Heal Are Also The Tears That Scald And Scourge.

Never Give A Good Politician Time To Pray.

How Else Could He Go On, Except With Merciful Incomprehension Held Before Him Like A Shield? How Could Anyone?

In Polite Society, We Call Our Obsessions Hobbies.