"What on earth _is_ it?
Why couldn't things have gone on as they were, without God knows how many people picking _me_ for a target?
As far as I can see I'm merely maintaining my usual average of imperfection and all the rest of the world has gone mad." "I suppose, Kenny," began Garry lamely, "you must be starting a new cycle.

Jan could tell you.

He talks a lot about the cycle of dates and the philosophy of vibrations--" "I know that I regard the truth as something sacred, to be handled with delicacy and discretion," began Kenny with bitter fluency.

"I'm an unsuccessful parent with an over-supply of hair and teeth, afflicted with hairbrained, unquenchable youth.

I'd be a perennial in the Land of the Young and could hobnob indefinitely with his Flighty Highness, the King of Youth.