Sure, Everything Is Ending," Jules Said, "but

And Alex Understood That Scotty Hausmann Did Not Exist. He Was A Word Casing In Human Form: A Shell Whose Essence Has Vanished.

I Felt No Shame In These Activities, Because I Understood What Almost No One Else Seemed To Grasp: That There Was Only An Infinitesimal Difference, A Difference So Small That It Barely Existed Except As A Figment Of The Human Imagination, Between Working In A Tall Green Glass Building On Park Avenue And Collecting Litter In A Park. In Fact, There May Have Been No Difference At All.

I Loved Every Minute Of My Childhood - Sunbathing On The Fire Escape, Digging For Buried Treasure In The Back Yard, Pulling Alewives Out Of The Sand... Then It Was All Taken Away From Me. I Came Back Every Summer To Visit My Father Until I Was 18, But I Was Always The Outsider.

And The Question Is, Which One Is Really "you.

It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet In The Hat. How Could A Man In A Fuzzy Blue Hat Have Used Human Bones To Pave His Roads?