All of which I enjoyed and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything.

Euphoria

Enchanté.

She is drunk with happiness.

Ravishing.

The honeymoon isn't over, huh?

I'm intoxicated... with your beauty.

Let's indulge in this infinite elation

Though tempting.

Trying things on intoxicates me

Now, that wasn t just self indulgence.

Still waving proudly to a parade which had long since passed her by.

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Remembrance. Remembrance.

Come on. Perfect. Wonderful shoulders.

In Shakespeare's time, it meant madness as the words ecstasy and innocence often did.

Oh, and I suppose you think you're the proper person.

I'm remembering.

I would be enchanted to meet your dear mother.

So good interpretation is more about things that are bodged and stuffed and of my world, right?

Instead of replacing one story with another, we can learn from and revel in the many versions that exist and the many that have yet to be written.

A song must be heard in sequence over time, and you must play it back in sequence over time.

They took the idols and smashed them.

Could it be running away from memories?

Your memory will come back if it wants to.

Seems like I spend all my time these days thinkin' how it used to be...

Try to remember.

In those heady days, we were experimenting with chat rooms and online virtual communities.

It absorbs me so much that I let myself go... never thinking of a single rule.

You were flattened out on your butt, swimming in glory and whiskey, probably deciding how you could lose.

Your memoirs?

Try to remember.

Try to remember.

And of a dream that almost came true.

For he loved to surround everything he did, no matter how banal, with an air of wickedness.

I'm taking a stab at the old war memoirs, you know.

Thanks for the memories.

Oh, memories, Donkeyman.

Remind me? As if I needed reminding.

It always comes back

Try to remember.

He's got a good memory.

I'm trying to remember him.

Bring sweet mem'ries of you.

That's why