I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin. Sort of stretched like butter scraped over too much bread.
I love how he continues to say:
I need a holiday. A very long holiday, and I don't expect I shall return.
That sounds so nice. I just close my eyes and think how nicely that would apply to any of the following travel plans: Mexico, Philadelphia, Las Vegas, Europe, and Buenos Aires. To experience such wonderful places with some of the people I love the most? Well, that thought might be able to get me through such wearing days.
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