What you say of the pride of giving life to an immortal soul is very fine dear, but I own I cannot enter into that: I think much more of our being like a cow or a dog at such moments: when our poor nature becomes so very animal and unecstatic.
I have an orthopedic pillow that's made out of a sponge material. I have a plate in my throat and I have to be careful or I could end up with a bad neck in the morning. That pillow is a must everywhere I go.
