Pregled posta

People were still cramming down the stairs, and more were squeezing past the turnstiles and down the escalators onto the platforms, but it was clear to me that this wasn't going to have a happy ending.

I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.
Humor is always based on a modicum of truth. Have you ever heard a joke about a father-in-law?
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair.
I was not a child prodigy, because a child prodigy is a child who knows as much when it is a child as it does when it grows up.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.
You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.