But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure there is no sterner...
If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it you just feel that...
I know virtually no one of my age who can remember a hug or a smile from their father or a 'Let's go play football.'
