You're obsessed and distressed 'cause you can't make any sense Of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence That will deem your common sense useless This ain't no recess I want to believe in you...
The Moon and Sixpence by W. Somerset Maugham Chapter LII I suppose the next three years were the happiest of Strickland's life. Ata's house stood about eight kilometres from the road...
“Living Dad” will by Giacomo B. Contri Today, I’ll make my will. Last will, first article, Inheritance. Seventy years old just enough to ask myself a question that is trivial to all, but the question...