I felt that I couldn't miss my serve no matter how hard I hit it,
Wayne Arthurs in Wikipedia
Learn from the masses, and then teach them
(December 26, 1893 - September 09, 1976)
As long as he?s upright, he?s close.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?