I used to get up at 5.30am and say to myself 'What the hell am I doing this for?'. You've got to have a great reason to be able to get up early in the morning.
It's the ottava rima in which all of the great Italian romance epics by poets -- favorite poets of Milton's like Ariosto and Tasso -- had been written.
An old friend once told me that she found it difficult to look at men now she was single because an ex boyfriend had been so possessive that she had always looked at the ground when they were out.
American author Peter Miller explains, "I used to think that individual ants knew where they were going, and what they were supposed to do when they got there."
Unfortunately, it is in the nature of the archaeological evidence, which is almost invariable only a sample of what once existed, that such figures will always be elusive.