In Short Stories It Is

You Look Boldly Ahead; Isn't It Only That You Don't See Or Divine Anything Terrible In The Future; Because Life Is Still Hidden From Your Young Eyes.

Just As I Shall Lie Alone In The Grave, So, In Essence, Do I Live Alone.

What Must Human Beings Be, To Destroy What They Can Never Create?

We Old Bachelors Smell Like Dogs, Do We? So Be It. But I Must Take Issue With Your Claim That Doctors Who Treat Female Illnesses Are Womanizers And Cynics At Heart. Gynecologists Deal With Savage Prose The Likes Of Which You Have Never Dreamed Of.

Fine. Since The Tea Is Not Forthcoming, Let's Have A Philosophical Conversation.