If we’re mad, we’re mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.
And this is where I’ll end, before I know what happens next.
But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.
Life feels like fall of itself.””‘A dream within a dream.””And I want to wake up.
Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.
So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?
Sometimes it seems my identity’s a matter of opinion
… fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.