I had a difficult session with my analyst last evening and the slightest thing is apt to set me off.

I should think you would apologize.

The Stop commander was one Colonel Zimin, a loud, round, cheerful Winnie the Pooh type, who was always in excellent spirits, always joking and liked to pat the soldiers affectionately on the cheek when talking to them.

And oft I wiſh, amidſt the ſcene, to find / Some ſpot to real happineſs conſign'd, / Where my worn ſoul, each wand'ring hope at reſt, / May gather bliſs to ſee my fellows bleſt.