Got no time for games," Charity told the dog. "Hope you don't bite." "Not at all. The hound yawned to his ears. But beware the owner. He thinks. - Parke Godwin

Hell, there’s no mystery between men and women, except why some poor damn fool like me ain’t figured that out yet.

Infantile, needing to be the center and reason for creation, the less educated or advantaged subject needs a distorted miraculous theology to support a perilous existence, externally and constantly threatened as it is by “them.”

Lengthy memos were always coming down from somewhere to be read, initialed and passed on. Never less than ten single-spaced pages, they boiled down to the need for efficiency and cutting paperwork.