And So We Turn The Page Over.

I Lost My Ridiculous Accent Without Acquiring Another

... The First Step Of The Terrible Journey Toward Feeling Somebody Should Act, That Ends In Utter Confusion And Hopelessness, East Of The Sun And West Of The Moon.

Once You've Lived In France, You Don't Want To Live Anywhere Else, Including France.

How Funny Your Name Would Be If You Could Follow It Back To Where The First Person Thought Of Saying It, Naming Himself That, Or Maybe Some Other Persons Thought Of It And Named That Person. It Would Be Like Following A River To Its Source, Which Would Be Impossible. Rivers Have No Source.

Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their Objects Find?