From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.

I was the middle child of three, but there was a gap of five years on either side, and I barely saw my father before I was eight. For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely, and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays.
I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.
- George Orwell
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buffy,
in regards to the euro responding to your declarations as if they are questions, i do that to my wife all the time and she does it to me. aren’t we allowed to respond to our spouce’s statements/declarations?
Howie, it depends. If the situation is even remotely similar to the following, then no. You’re not allowed to respond. It’s the law.
Buffy: “God, this dress is horrible, makes me look twenty years older and thirty pounds heavier.”
Mr. Buffy: (after long pause) “I don’t know how to answer that”
I’m sure your wife will agree with me here.
Other than that….yeah. You’re right. But don’t tell The Euro.
B.