Through wind, hail or frost my living's made. I am a lecher, and she's a lecher with me. Which one of us is better? We're both alike: The one as worthy as the other. Bad rat, bad cat. We both love filth, and filth pursues us; We flee from honor, honor flees from us, In this brothel where we ply our trade.
I'm not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. there's .1 and .12 and .112 and and infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2 or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.