There's an old joke.
Two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort.
One says, "The food at this place is really terrible."
The other says, "I know, and such small portions."
That's essentially how I feel about life: full of loneliness, misery, suffering and unhappiness... and it's all over much too quickly.
They're probably on their first date. Probably met by answering an ad in the New York Review of Books. "Thirtyish academic wishes to meet woman who's interested in Mozart, James Joyce and sodomy."
I feel that life is divided up into the horrible and the miserable. Those are the two categories. The horrible would be like terminal cases and blind people, cripples. I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So when you go through life, be thankful that you're miserable.
UPD аыыы, нимагу, прям хоть весь фильм цитируй
"I didn't have to lie on the couch. She had me sitting up. I told her about the family and my feelings towards men and my relationship with my brother. Then she mentioned penis envy. Do you know about that?"
"I'm one of the few males who suffers from that. Go on."
"Darling. Don't worry. I've been killing spiders since I was 30."
UPD2 последний раз, больше нибуду))) гыыы, я идиотко, смотрю кено и думаю: "Надо ж до чего мужыг хорошо под Пола Саймона косит!"
А это и был Пол Саймон
А еще я узнала себя в восторженной