Character: Elmo's Kramli

- Give me time to think, baby, - said kramli.
And to give you time to become an accessory to murder.

- Kramli?
What?
- I love you.
- Such love in heaven will not.
"No," I agreed, but this will hold through the darkness.

Up to two thousand, no one will not think that there and as. Who cares? Only comic book characters, Yes you, you are our interplanetary Outlander, Flash Gordon! Just crazy, my dear Buck Rogers!

- Everyone should have two or three classes, - I said without thinking. - One case as little as one life. I'd like a dozen lives and a dozen works.
- Beat precisely in the purpose! The doctor have to dig ditches. Digger once a week on duty in the kindergarten. Philosophers twice in ten days to clean dirty and greasy dishes. Mathematics may run classes in the school gymnasiums. Poets for a change let them drive a truck. And police detectives...
- ...needs to plant their own gardens, quietly I finished.

You're stuck on a good thought, or rather, imagines that she is successful.

Every fool imagines that he can successfully combine a poet, writer of songs and Amateur sleuth.

- So, you are just a grasshopper, able to print, ' said kramli and waited until I swallow the insult. But if you palatalise with my Venice, would have sat in my office and ran to the morgue, you would know that any passing tramp, any barely standing on his feet drunkards so many theories, evidence, revelations that could have a Bible under their weight would have sunk the boat at a Baptist Sunday picnic. If we listened to every chatterbox preacher who passed through the prison doors, since half the world would be under suspicion, a third under arrest, and the rest would have to burn or hang. And if so, why should I listen to some young hack who has not even established itself in the literature?

You're every time... hospital for three days.