I Was The One Who Did Come

One Of The Nice Things About Our Marriage, At Least To My Way Of Thinking, Is That My Wife And I No Longer Have To Argue Every Thing Through. We Each Know What The Other Will Say, And So The Saying Becomes An Unnecessary Formality. No Doubt Some Marriage Counselor Would Explain To Us That Our Problem Is A Failure To Communicate, But To My Way Of Thinking We've Worked Long And Hard To Achieve This Silence, Lily's And Mine, So Fraught With Mutual Understanding.

He Looks Like He Could Be Taken In A Fight. Not By Me, But By Somebody. Not Anyone In Humanities, Probably.

The Other Possibility Was That There Was No Right Thing To Say, That The Choice Wasn't Between Right And Wrong But Between Wrong, More Wrong, And As Wrong As You Can Get.

Not Everyone Writes Well From A Child's Point Of View.

Who But An English Professor Would Threaten To Kill A Duck A Day And Hold Up A Goose As An Example?