Now that the warm and fuzzy part of the day is over we can get back to the ritual dismemberments. Oh wait, it's not Tuesday is it?

Do not make me wait forty more years for another, there's a good chap.

If we dated, would we always be pulling pranks on each other? The thought of living a life filled with laughter and playful teasing didn't seem so bad. In fact, it seemed perfect.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed

Such idle fancies, those legends. Have you no minds of your own?

You look upon the world around you and you think you know it well. I have smelled it as a wolf, listened as a cat, prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed.