All the sadder that Stone, on the brink of his greatest work, turned one day and went off to live in a town… — Ray Bradbury

He stood very straight and thought of nothing, or at least thought of thinking nothing.

Anna said, “Must they have a reason?”

“No, not if they’re insane, no,” said Juliet. “In that case no reasons are necessary.”

“It will only take a minute,” said Uncle Einar’s sweet wife.

“I refuse,” he said. “And that takes but a second.”