“This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
“Don't get in a blue car on a Thursday.''Which Thursday?''Any Thursday.''What kind of car?''A blue one. On a Thursday.''Okay.”
“Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.”
“A hanging, though, was something different. I got to thinking. We hadn’t never been to nothing just to have a good time. A hanging was special and we was all getting to go.”
“A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.”