a decir mentiras piadosas

[cimorene]

sometimes i talk too much and sometimes too little, but only on the internet do i ever manage the right amount.  and in e-mails hardly ever.  e-mail is too much like writing.  i get overjoyed, carried away.  i'm only terse and to-the-point with daddy; he and i understand each other and are all for economy of communication, which is another beautiful thing.

the universe is a cool place, i guess.  i just wish i had a bit more social graces, perhaps.