“What’s worse than waiting in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles?” 
    From a Facebook question posed by a South Florida newspaper reporter to her "friends" on July 8, 2011.
    Which reminds me of the time a mother's love led Magda Goebbels to poison her six children in Hitler's bunker during the final hours of the Third Reich. JkdeG 

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    “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
      “The princess is caged in the consulate. The man with the candy will lead the children into the sea. The naked woman on the ledge outside the window on the sixteenth floor is a victim of accidie, or the naked woman is an exhibitionist, and it would be interesting to know which.
       “We tell ourselves that it makes some difference whether the naked woman is about to commit a mortal sin, or is about to register or is about to be, the Aristophanic view, about the be  snatched back to the human condition by the fireman in priest’s clothing just visible in the window behind her, the one smiling at the telephoto lens.
        “We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five.
        “We  interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices.
         “We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the ideas with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.
         “Or at least we do for a while.”
                    Joan Didion, The White Album