I Loved Him, Officer. More Than Any

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

There Is Much Unexplained In The World. It Behooves Us To Be Wary At All Times. Just When You Think You've Got The Hang Of It, Along Comes String Theory, Collateralized Debt Obligations Or Björk's New Album, And Bam! You're As Confused As You Were When You First Started.

The Government Was To Raise The Duty On Cheese To 83 Percent, An Unpopular Move That Would Doubtless Have The More Militant Citizens Picketing Cheese Shops.

I Loved Him, Officer. More Than Any Woman Ever Loved An Egg.

Humans Like Stories. Humans Need Stories. Stories Are Good. Stories Work. Story Clarifies And Captures The Essence Of The Human Spirit. Story, In All Its Forms—of Life, Of Love, Of Knowledge—has Traced The Upward Surge Of Mankind. And Story, You Mark My Words, Will Be With The Last Human To Draw Breath.