It is a confoundyous injective so to say, Shaun the fiery
boy shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the red pepper out
of his auricles. And another time please confine your glaring in-
tinuations to some other mordant body. What on the physiog
of this furnaced planet would I be doing besides your verjuice?
That is more than I can fix, for the teom bihan, anyway. So let I
and you now kindly drop that, angryman! That's not French
pastry. You can take it from me

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver