Throw Mama from the Train a Kiss, a Kiss

 

All other issues - what the market is doing, what the greenback is doing, what your neighbor is doing - will recede into the background.  We will all have despair on our faces - like Edvard Munch's The Scream.

 

This could be the end of the play, short of turning out the lights.

 

I wish I were what I’m not.  I wish I didn’t know what I do.

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