They struck against each other; at that point,I wish they'd just shut up. I can't hear myself think. All this nonsense over what year it is. That's all that guy ever does. He parties. I hate them all. They mean to take what I have, and throw it to the winds, or keep it from me, or let their children grow fat on it. Entropy will destroy the world, yet they keep on with their party.
each turned around and, wheeling back those weights,
cried out: ``Why do you hoard?'' ``Why do you squander?''So did they move around the sorry circle
from left to right to the opposing point;
again, again they cried their chant of scorn;and so, when each of them had changed positions,
he circled halfway back to his next joust.--Dante Inferno
My other neighbor, he's getting his slimey hands on yet another girl at this very moment, I bet. That's all he ever does. None of my buisness, I suppose, though I couldn't bear to live like him. The way he heats his house, the money he spends on his friends, it is most irrational.
It's that theif on the other side of me who is really hateful, though. I must spend my life constantly on guard, lest he slid his fingers into my stuff. It is a terrible bore.