A man who bets on greed and dishonesty won’t be wrong too often. - Robert A. Heinlein

I pity the poverty of your wealth.

But I warn you, it won’t be fun. Nobody owns a business; the business owns him. You’re a slave to it.

Then I glanced at the ring on my finger.

The Snake That Eats Its Own Tail, Forever and Ever. I know where I came from — but where did all you zombies come from?

I felt a headache coming on, but a headache powder is one thing I do not take. I did once — and you all went away.

So I crawled into bed and whistled out the light.

You aren’t really there at all. There isn’t anybody but me — Jane — here alone in the dark.

I miss you dreadfully!