What did you expect, a happy ending?
You will blame innocent people for your affliction, and you will hoard, and you will trample upon your fellow man, and you will make merry among yourselves, and even till the angel knocks on your very door you will never cease to fill the world with your noise.
While Anselm of Canterbury's famous philosophical nugget was meant for no more than to simply illuminate the splendor of God to the unbelievers of old, someone nonetheless must have imagined as an intellectual curiosity the largest possible human being, one that could not be possibly any bigger if anyone could even try. That intellectual curiosity would nine months later emerge in Barkhamstead, CT.
"Can we really leave for the moon," Jeanne remembered asking Georges, delirious with joy, "oh, Georges, can we really leave?"
"Not without leaving a piece of youth," he replied.
—So sad, said Mr. Earwicker.
—Yes, said Mr. Estragon, —but when I think about all the wonderful things in the world that God has given us, I truly feel better than the man who has made love to all the angels of paradise.
—Yes, said Mr. Earwicker.
I scanned the present company, whose vices were all spoken for, scanned the beach around me for anyone who might be present against my knowledge, and then, of course, excluded the possibility of myself. I reassured the company before me that none of us suffered from superbia, and thank goodness for that.
No one wears boots to the beach. That's preposterous!
No, we needed a vessel for you you-ness that is as similar to you as possible. In a way, sir, you’re actually very lucky your son died not long after you did.
We all belong here. We’re all torturing each other, all the time, whether we know it or not, whether we want to or not, whether we enjoy it or not.
In short, the goal of customer service is to create raving fans.