“I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane.It never is, sir.Lane, you're a perfect pessimist.I do my best to give satisfaction, sir.”
“I tell myself your spirits were down the day you wrote. You're fine and we're fine. I hope it's true.”
“Are you all right, Sir?”Yes, I'm fine. My life is totally ruined but I'm fine. I feel free, detached from everything.”“Then you're an outsider to life.”
“To-morrow I will begin," thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.”
“No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir.”
“That day I vowed to myself that I would never, ever again give that bitch the satisfaction of hearing me beg her to stop beating me.”