When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once. I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away... but I kept pedaling with all my might, my mind almost going blank. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping wildly in my ears. Even now, I remember it sometimes. What exactly was I trying to do that day? What was it that I wanted to prove? It's no good. My mind just keeps fogging over. I have this irritating sound stuck in my head. What is it? This sound... Ohh... I know what it is. This is... the sound of emptiness.
Nothing is as irritating as the fellow who chats pleasantly while he's overcharging you.
Phonograph, n. An irritating toy that restores life to dead noises.
There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.
After all it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.