I Think I Settled On The Title

Before The Famine, Which Was In The 1840s, That Was An Emotional Turning Point... There Are Various Documents Showing How The Elizabethan English, In Particular, Were Shocked By Irish Displays Of Affection, By The Way Women Acted Toward Strangers, Walking Up And Putting Their Arms Around Them And Kissing Them Right Full On The Mouth.

The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam Of Their Piss.

I Must Congratulate Myself, In Passing, For Never Having Lost The Ability To Examine My Conscience, Never Having Lost The Gift Of Finding Myself Wanting & Defective. Why Fear The Criticism Of Others When You, Yourself, Are First Out Of The Critical Gate? If Self-denigration Is The Race I Am The Winner, Even Before The Starting Gun. Collect The Bets.

We Never Really Had Any Kind Of A Christmas. This Is One Part Where My Memory Fails Me Completely.

The Sky Is The Limit. You Never Have The Same Experience Twice.