Wherever you come near the human race there's layers and layers of nonsense.

A man looks pretty small at a wedding, George. All those good women standing shoulder to shoulder, making sure that the knot's tied in a mighty public way.

That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those... of those about you. To spend and…

People are meant to go through life two by two. 'Tain't natural to be lonesome.