The Nostalgia I Have Been Cherishing All

One Is Always At Home In One's Past.

There Is Nothing More Atrociously Cruel Than An Adored Child.

There Is Nothing In The World That I Loathe More Than Group Activity, That Communal Bath Where The Hairy And Slippery Mix In A Multiplication Of Mediocrity.

I Would Like To Spare The Time And Effort Of Hack Reviewers And, Generally, Persons Who Move Their Lips When Reading.

There Is Only One Real Number: One. And Love, Apparently, Is The Best Exponent Of This Singularity.