...you Can Hate A Place With All

My Dad Was A Cotton Buyer And Cotton Buyers Always Considered Themselves Superior To The Rest Of The World.

...you Can Hate A Place With All Your Heart And Soul And Still Be Homesick For It.

Also, I Had Not Yet Found Out About Time; I Was Still Under The Illusion That I Had Plenty Of Time - Time For This, Time For That, Time For Everything, Time To Waste.

I Have A Great Deal Of Experience In Justifying Myself To Myself.

When I Get Through Tearing A Lobster Apart, Or One Of Those Tender West Coast Octopuses, I Feel Like I Had A Drink From The Fountain Of Youth.