Do me a favor, and go buy it. Trust me. Have I ever steered any of you wrong before?
Don't answer that. Just buy it.
Little, Big
by Jown Crowley
In later years he would wonder, sometimes idly, sometimes in anguish, whether having once entered here he had ever again truly left; but at the time he just mounted to where she stood, deliriously happy that after a long and extremely odd journey he had at last arrived and that she was greeting him with brown eyes full of promise (and perhaps then this was the journey's only purpose, his present happiness, and if so a good one and all right with him)...
