The Trouble Was, If You Were A

Sleep Is When All The Unsorted Stuff Comes Flying Out As From A Dustbin Upset In A High Wind.

But Forgiveness Must Not Only Be Given But Received Also.

Are We Savages Or What?

Nothing Is So Impenetrable As Laughter In A Language You Don't Understand.

Together, Joined In Effort By The Burden, They Staggered Up The Last Steep Of The Mountain. Together, They Chanted One! Two! Three! And Crashed The Log On To The Great Pile. Then They Stepped Back, Laughing With Triumphant Pleasure.