“Then came that sigh. I wish I had had a tape recorder handy every time in my life that I heard a boy sigh at the outset of urination. What a lovely sound. So much satisfaction. Girls sigh far less often before they pee, and not with the same devotion, I think. If only I had such a recording of boys' sighs. I would lie on a pillow in the sunlight of the late afternoon, sometimes listening to Chopin, sometimes Schubert, and sometimes to the sighs, seriatim, of all the boys about to pee.”

“Sometimes I think I was better off not knowing any men. I truly had no idea they could be so very stupid." She sighed. "It's quite disappointing, really.”

“Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.”

“You fed it.' The badger sighed. 'Sometimes I think you'll feed anything.”

“I sighed, a deep and heavy sigh. If only sighs could carry all my troubles away.”

“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”

“Chairman: "Sometimes", he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.”