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I pity these purebreds; they are never allowed to have any fun. There is something to be said, for being relatively worthless in the scheme of things. - Midnight Louie

She smiled as shyly as a teenager, or, as a teenager should in olden days, before purple lipstick made shy smiles an impossibility.

“You’ve got to be sixty–something.”

“That’s right. . . Sixty doesn’t look so bad once you’ve managed to get there.”

[Hear, hear! Although I’m not quite there yet.]

“Cats don’t sweat, period. No sweat glands. That’s why dogs and cats pant in severe heat; they release all the poisonous stuff via their tongues.“

“And don’t people, my dear? Especially nasty critics.

[Elektra again.] “To me, email is like safe sex. Something’s not quite all there.”

[I can’t agree with you this time, Electra. Email is awesome! Anything to avoid talking to people.

Matt laughed. “A monk. English. Late 19th, early 20th century. Wrote poetry with an invented style, something he called sprung rhythm.“

[Elektra] “Honey, I got something you could call sprung rhythm in my back, but I take pills for it.“

[Elektra, I know exactly what you mean!]