I Long For Another Human

My Sheets Had Never Been So Clean As They Had In The Past Few Months. I Hardly Got Them On Again Before Something Else Happened And I Was Feverishly Ripping Them Off And Stuffing Them In The Wash With Double Amounts Of Soap And All The "extra" Buttons Pushed: Extra Wash, Extra Rinse, Extra Water, Extra Spin, Extra Protection Against Things That Go Bump In The Night.

Those Single-track Military Minds Never Think To Ask Their Cleaning Staff For Help In Giant Lethal Marauding Creature Matters.

The Touch Of Evil Poisons By The Idea Of It. Reject The Idea, And You've Rejected The Evil

So, What Do You Do When You Know You Have Two Days To Live? Eat An Entire Bitter Chocolate Death Cake All By Myself. Reread My Favorite Novel. Buy Eight Dozen Roses From The Best Florist In Town--the Super Expensive Ones, The Ones That Smell Like Roses Rather Than Merely Looking Like Them--and Put Them All Over My Apartment. Take A Good Long Look At Everyone I Love.

Mathin Said: "it Is Best To Take Your Opponent's Sash. The Kysin Mark Each Blow Dealt, But To Cut Off The Other Rider's Sash Is Best. This You Will Do." "oh," Said Harry. "you May, If You Wish, Unhorse Him First," Mathin Added As An Afterthought. "thanks," Said Harry.