The Happiest Folk Are Those That Are

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?

Nell Was Not One For Friends And Had Never Hidden Her Distaste For Most Other Humans, Their Neurotic Compulsion For The Acquisition Of Allies.

They Say Everyone Needs Something To Love.

It's A Terrible Thing, Isn't It, The Way We Throw People Away?

Cassandra Wondered At The Mind's Cruel Ability To Toss Up Flecks Of The Past. Why, As She Neared Her Life's End, Her Grandmother's Head Should Ring With The Voices Of People Long Since Gone. Was It Always This Way? Did Those With Passage Booked On Death's Silent Ship Always Scan The Dock For Faces Of The Long-departed?