I’m not interested in listening to anyone whose idea of utopia is “A place without all of those people,” no matter how they define “those people.”
Go not to the Elves for counsel, for you would not believe their hourly rates.
It is a truth not universally enough acknowledged that chatty old ladies know everything.
You walk in and there’s someone behind a table who will help you get something off the shelf to ease your troubles and change your point of view: libraries are bars for your brain.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone.