I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart. - James Thurber

Discussion in America means dissent.

Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips.

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.