But at least it made one realize that life still held infinite possibilities for change.

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy - love which creates life?

And this is where I'll end, before I know what happens next.