...poking A Lump Of Red

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.

Do You Have Any Idea How Much An Elephant Drinks?

When You Are Five, You Know Your Age Down To The Month. Even In Your Twenties, You Know How Old You Are. I'm Twenty-three You Say, Or Maybe Twenty-seven. But Then In Your Thirties, Something Strange Starts To Happen. It Is A Mere Hiccup At First, An Instant Of Hesitation. How Old Are You? Oh, I'm--you Start Confidently, But Then You Stop. You Were Going To Say Thirty-three, But You Are Not. You're Thirty-five. And Then You're Bothered, Because You Wonder If This Is The Beginning Of The End. It Is, Of Course, But It's Decades Before You Admit It.

Although, Pretending Not To Notice Is Almost Worse Than Noticing.