Norwegian Wood
"She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood." -(Lennon/McCartney) He came home while I sat, busy working on my trifles. He always seemed to have a more interesting day than I did, and had been out all night. I set aside whatever I was doing to listen to his story. ... He was on one of those London buses at about midnight. There was a fair crowd on the bus; revelers getting back home after celebrating the beginning of their weekend. The bus stopped at Chinatown, and she got on there. She was carrying four placards printed on which were the words, "ASK ME WHERE GOD IS?". An atheist, he couldn't help sneering at at the girl and what she was carrying. The bus moved on. As the bus travelled out of the bustling city centre, the crowd starting to thin out, and as soon as conversat...