Little tarnishes in this lovely relationship of mine (minor problems that will, like fine antique, eventually give character and define its beauty) coupled with much of the big world stresses makes a very unhappy me.

At times of grave (emotional) sorrow, it is sometimes nice to get a different ear. So I called *Mr Winks who tried his best to console me. And if you're anything like *Mr Winks, in times of great tears, you read the other person quotes from Nietzsche.

Different persons, different remedies.