#clock without hands

Passion makes you daydream, destroys concentration on arithmetic, and at the time you most yearn to be witty, makes you feel like a fool.

For the passion of first youth is lightly sown but strong. It can spring into instant being by song heard in the night, a voice, the sight of a stranger.

In early youth, love at first sight, that epitome of passion, turns you into a zombie so that you don’t realize if you’re sitting up or lying down and you can’t remember what you have just eaten to save your life.

'Oh, sticks and stones,' he screamed as he ran away.

He opened and poured the unaccustomed wine, then drank as soberly as if he had been drinking at a wake. For the break in understanding, in sympathy, is indeed a form of death. The Judge was hurt and grieving. And when hurt has been caused by a loved one, only the loved one can comfort.