He preferred, as a rule, not to think unpleasant thoughts.
It made him wonder if some of the muck from the ocean floor had gotten inside his china head and damaged him somehow.
“Perhaps,” said the man, “you would like to be lost with us. I have found it much more agreeable to be lost in the company of others. My name is Bull. Lucy, as you may have surmised, is my dog. Would you care to join us?”
I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?