And are you still skilled in appreciating the sentimental little observations that used to dance their way into your face and smile down at your dish scrubbing hands? Your tank was no more than a third full at the time, and your hands these days, are devoted to much more inspired tasks than dish washing, but do those darling little observations still seduce you with so much ease? Or are they instead splintering battering ram after battering ram on an accidentally formed callous?

All the bones out there were people once, you may do well to remember that.