August 9th, 1974. I first lay eyes on Mimsy…

I don’t like birds.

Hope the herring holds out.

Don’t get excited and hang up on me, now….

I do not suffer fools gladly, and fools with badges never. I want no interference from this hulking boob. Is that clear?

God, I love this music. Isn’t it too dreamy?

The true test of any hotel, as you well know, Diane, is that morning cup of coffee…

The lonesome foghorn blows….