" There once was a good man who lived in a house alone.He didn't want any visitors so he kept his doors locked.That is until I knocked, knocked and knocked.The man wouldn't see me at first.He tried to resist the inevitable thirst.This is how it happens, I've seen it so many times.First comes curiosity, second comes desire.Third comes an itch that is most dire.For even a good man like him couldn't resist seeing more.So he opened his eyes and unlocked the door. "
" Once the state starts providing, it feels free to hand out the rules, too!" Larch blurted hastily. ..."In a better world..." she began patiently."No, not in a better world!" he cried. "In this one--in this world. I take this world as a given. Talk to me about this world!" ..."Oh, I can't always be right," Larch said tiredly."Yes, I know," Nurse Caroline said sympathetically. "It's because even a good man can't always be right that we need a society, that we need certain rules--call them priorities, if you prefer," she said. ...Always in the background of his mind, there was a newborn baby crying... And they were not crying to be born, he knew; they were crying because they were born. "