Thee bald guy started laughing, too, and just as loudly as the other men. He said to his friends, "How can I expect my fake hair to stay on my head when even my real hair won't stay there?"
She had no children and was widowed in 1959 after 20 years of marriage, but continued to live on her own in an apartment in Hoogeveen until she was 106.
But somewhere from the 19th century onward, more artists began seeing happiness as meaningless, phony or, worst of all, boring, as we went from Wordsworth's Daffodils to Baudelaire's Flowers of Evil.