Humor: Best of Fortunes for Tuesday August 21, 2012

Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits on the foot...
Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits on the foot ofmy bed; I'd not mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks, But for the seventeen years he's been dead. -- Edward Gorey

A man may be so much of everything that he is nothing...
A man may be so much of everything that he is nothing of anything. -- Samuel Johnson