Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,... we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nothing very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that?--I explain that, Mr Bones,... terms o' your bafflin odd sobriety. Sober as man can get, no girls, no telephones, what could happen bad to Mr Bones?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'd take off all my clothes & cross the damp cold lawn & down the bluff... into the terrible water & walk forever under it out toward the island.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »