You are nearest and dearest and all the world to me. Our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time. - Mina Harker - Bram Stoker

Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.