There are some people who want to throw their arms round you simply because it is Christmas there are other people who want to strangle you simply because it is Christmas.
What you think is an illusion created by your glands, your emotions and, in the last analysis, by the content of your stomach. That gray matter you're so proud of is like a mirror in an amusement park which transmits to you nothing but distorted signals from reality forever beyond your grasp.
