Book: Threat name

... Everybody loves a winner, he is fiercely jealous.

I ask you, gentlemen, always remember: the love that is around you is the greatest wealth that you have. Take care of it, don't waste for nothing.

Dolly decided that it was finally came old age, and look, sit in the chair, would mumble with his toothless mouth, swearing for no reason, to sleep when necessary, it will be covered by a shawl, as a dilapidated state, requiring care, and soon will be forgotten forever. Nobody needs it, she squeezed all the juice and threw away like an empty lemon. Dolly was sitting on the verandah and wept for themselves and their lives, burnt, like an old letter.

The wind was still, giving a barely noticeable fog, in which mingled the juice of the leaves, damp earth and salt close to the sea. The peace and quiet that happens after a summer rain, promised a quiet squeal of joy, what happens in rare moments of feeling complete happiness.

After forty already feel old.

Dolly has long perceived the husband as an endless feast for others. She put up with all his endless novels, as put up with the inevitable changing of the seasons and a happy old age, accepted him as inevitable, but harmless, evil, like cockroaches.

...Can recall the old truth: digging in your soul, we often dig such that there would lie unnoticed.

How can you be happy with one woman: the wife gets old, and you're still full of life. So all this is confusing...

But how glorious flying time. Not know it, is something new. As it's still a great and wonderful: to feel the passage of time, watching him somewhat philosophical...