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“We are men with troubles,” said Spider to the world. “Our father is no more. Our hearts are heavy in our chests. Sorrow settles upon us like pollen in hay fever season. Darkness is our lot, and misfortune our only companion.”

“Right, gentlemen,” said the cabbie, brightly. “Where am I taking you?”

“To where the three remedies for darkness of the soul may be found,” said Spider.

“Maybe we could get a curry,” suggested Fat Charlie.

“There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life,” said Spider. “These things are wine, women and song.”

“Curry’s nice too,” pointed out Fat Charlie, but nobody was listening to him.

He could see the sunrise beginning, a huge blood orange of a morning sun surrounded by gray clouds tinged with scarlet. It was the kind of sky that makes even the most prosaic person discover a deeply buried urge to start painting in oils.

Perhaps it was the devil in him. Probably it was the alcohol.

She said that if a just-married couple put a coin in a jar every time they make love in their first year, and take a coin out for every time that they make love in the years that follow, the jar will never be emptied.

Fat Charlie did not believe it would be the end of the world if an occasional coin went into the jar before they tied the knot and sliced the wedding cake, but Rosie had her own opinions on the matter, and there the matter ended. The jar remained perfectly empty.

“I won’t live forever,” sniffed her mother, in a way that implied that she had every intention of living forever.

After a while it sort of began to rain, which is to say that it was the kind of rain that never comes to a decision about whether it’s actually raining or not.

There’s a lot of things it’s hard to forgive, but then one day you turn around and you’ve got no family left.

It’s worse when you’re embarrassed about something you were not even there to see: your mind keeps embroidering the events and going back to it and turning it over and over, and examining it from every side.

Нельзя постоянно любить все подряд.

Если кто-то думает, что я подставлю вторую щеку, его ждет ох какое разочарование.