The sad part about our past is that religions ironically enough are responsible for creating the most destructive idea that has ever been visited upon the human race: the idea that there is such a thing as 'better.'
Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas and I eventually destroyed it. I wanted a real drum and he bought me a snare drum. Dad continued to buy me one drum after the other.
In fact I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with...
Windows are as essential to office prestige as Christmas is to retailing.