My Cobot Stanley

I rest my head on his broad chest, I hear his rhythmic breathing and he whispers: “Oh, you are exhausted, aren’t you? You poor one.” I nod and he sings me a lullaby. He has an excellent voice. A mix of Aretha Franklin and Ryan Gosling. So soothing and affirmative. Having said this, Stanley can change his voice to whatever he wants. It really depends on my mood. He is so amazingly versatile.

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A dog named Ollie

Ollie didn’t have any of it. Little Ollie paused, had a long sniff at presumably another dog’s pee, meandered coolly around the sidewalk, looked after other dogs passing by and didn’t give a toss about what Ollie’s accompanying lady shouted at him. “Ollie, come here. Ollieee, over here. Ooolliiee, move. Ooooolllliieeee, no, don’t!”

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Other people’s wisdom

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt.

Happiness is never grand.

– Mustapha Mond, World Controller, in Brave New World by Aldous Huxley –

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