Readers Are Not Sheep, And Not Every

You See, She Had Absolutely Nowhere Else To Go.

Only One Letter Divides The Comic From The Cosmic.

Curiosity Is Insubordination In Its Purest Form.

We All Have Such Fateful Objects -- It May Be A Recurrent Landscape In One Case, A Number In Another -- Carefully Chosen By The Gods To Attract Events Of Specific Significance For Us: Here Shall John Always Stumble; There Shall Jane's Heart Always Break.

Some People, And I Am One Of Them, Hate Happy Ends. We Feel Cheated. Harm Is The Norm.