We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Are you upset, little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry. I'm here. I'm here to give you reassurance. Everything is all right. The famine will end...the sun will shine tomorrow...
