Book: Sweet silver Blues

Among the gods there could be a guy who does only that mends me.

- Since you raised this issue, Morley, let's do the math. Who dies first? I'm eating what I want, or are you confused with other people's wives?
- You're mixing apples with oranges, mate.
- Do not mix and say quite seriously.
Fifteen seconds, he was silent, and then spoke:
- But I'll die happy.
I, too, Morley. But without the walnut shell stuck between his teeth.

The morning is beautiful. Its only drawback - it always comes at the wrong time.