I try to be awake, and if I can manage that, to be reasonable. "With any other man I should have flown outright into a dreadful passion, scorned all further words, and thrust him ignominiously from my presence. But there was something about Bartleby that not only strangely disarmed me, but in a wonderful manner touched and disconcerted me. I began to reason with him." My e-mail is dances with anxiety [at] gmail dot com.
2 rejoinder(s):
You know what's sad? Or maybe it's scary. Or maybe scary AND sad.
I know people who truly think this way, with no irony whatsoever. It boggles the mind. And makes me want to throttle people.
(PS: Word verification word is "hotti". I think that's self-explanatory.)
Sis B, yes. It's sad, sick, scary, and points beyond. It's difficult to believe, but there it is.
As for 'hotti,' well, sometimes "simple" algorithms see more than we think they do. ;-)
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