That my own son could have done something so horrible is a hard pill to swallow.

I imagine nothing; I see how ’t is thou whilest the time away When I am gone!

What man is there that hath betrothed a wife, and hath not taken her?

That meant, among other things, that he was going to be a fast-moving doer. And even when he was three or four, it wasn't hard for me to know that this wasn't going to be easy. Because Albert was a beer. Born that way.