“An affair?… That’s so adult”
— George Costanza, Seinfeld
Still listening to "Papa Don't Preach" in 2033...
Bubblegum Crisis (1987)
The path runs straight as a plumb-line, worn smooth by feet and baked brick-hard by July, between the green rows of laid-by cotton, to the cottonhouse in the center of the field, where it turns and circles the cottonhouse at four soft right angles and goes on across the field again, worn so by feet in fading precision.
William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
“I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.”
It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
