I shall pursue the plan I have chalked out.

They would mob you, insisting that you buy this or that, when all they sell is junk made in China.

[T]he blame must rest on the sombre spirit of our forefathers, who wove their web of life with hardly a single thread of rose-color or gold, and not on me, who have a tropic-love of sunshine, and would gladly gild all the world with it, if I knew where to find so much.

In my depression I was back gorging on two pints of Haagen Dazs a night.