Please note: my av is not Anth. Thank you.
Anywho, I'm so jealous of you kids with snow... I miss the snow so much. I am, as we speak, sweating in a short sleeve shirt on this balmy December day.
Hmmm... to get back on topic... I wonder if Anthony likes snow? I bet he does. I bet he played in the snow for hours on end when he was little. There. Back on topic.
"`I grow old... I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.` What does that mean, Mr. Marlowe?"
"Not a bloody thing. It just sounds good."
He smiled. "That is from the `Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.` Here's another one. `In the room women come and go/Talking of Michael Angelo.' Does that suggest anything to you, sir?"
"Yeah -- it suggests to me that the guy didn't know very much about women."
"My sentiments exactly, sir. Nonetheless I admire T. S. Eliot very much."
"Did you say, 'nonetheless'?"
- The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler