I can relate to this dialoge on so many levels
Alan Shore: you just married. Grand thing. But for me there was nothing more devastatingly lonely than being married for a while.
Denny Crane: You never talk about your wife. What was she like?
Alan Shore: She had all the most delectable qualities one could hope for. Creativity, desire, zealotry, a gorgeous clavicle, healthy lack of inhibition.
Denny Crane: Sounds spectacular. What happened?
Alan Shore: She began to know me too well, and I began to hate her for it. Even when I was unpredictable, she’d predict it. For those of us who aspire to be original, that’s the worst sort of banality. She died. I’ve missed that banality ever since.”
Whenever I hear/see this dialogue, I keep thinking, and it makes me sad.
Brave, Courageous and bold.
Long live his fame,
and long live his glory.
Long may his worthless posts be told.