A deranged Humphrey Bogart (who's just shot his partner): "Conscience--what a thing! If you believe you've got a conscience, it'll pester you to death. But if you don't believe you've got one, what can it do to you? It makes me sick, all this talking and talking about nonsense!"--The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
Dreamed of visiting a new house where John had been living for a while and finding that the attic had been converted into a room (our house has a converted attic); an SCTV parody of Don Messer's Jubilee(?); looking at a digital clock and seeing that the time was 12:40 A.M.
Went shopping.
Dinner was salmon.
Met Barbara at the opera rehearsal, for the first time this season. (We helped move some furniture afterward.)
Got some Comics Review issues.
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