He poured a glass of champagne even though Bastien had turned down the offer. The man picked up the glass and offers it to him. "No thanks." Bastien said again, "I prefer not to drink while I'm working." The look on the man's face told Bastien he didn't appreciate that very much. - l.r. "Champagne?"
Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me. - RICHARD SIKEN, “BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD”