Sometimes our companions like to spin out their gossamer and twine stories to a great length with such great proportion and depth and allusions and allegories, and may wander around as much as a nineteenth century tour of the Continent with stops in every great city, every grand town, each good village that amuses the narrator, and leaves the listener lost nowhere in particular, simply lost in a world which hopes to be comic and witty and humorous and romantic and loving filled with honor and friendship and love and good manners and good food and good stories. Life does not always have a point. Our conversations are not always brief. Hopefully, each day will gently bubble along.
Life is filled with pedestrians, policeman, people with pets.
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