I don’t believe I have ever encountered someone so in love with observing their own words (or “hearing themselves talk”) as babe.
And indeed, you are right. Nothing else to live for. Really.
You are not far from actually understanding why. A highway patrolman had almost the same insight, after pulling me almost unhurt from a wreck, a rollover in the desert doing 120 or something like that in a little pickup. My dog, who was sitting beside me.... a Chow Chow.... was first thrown to the windshield, where his collar hooked on the rear view, then banged the broken mirror into my hand gripping the steering wheel while I screamed, and then was ejected through the rear window in front of the head-over-heels rolling truck, where he landed exactly ten inches from where the taillights smashed into the clay...... I never saw my dog again. He was done with riding with me.
(And, parenthetically.... this is the reason you should choose to wear a seat belt. In a crash, you are in a rapidly decelerating can weighing thousands of pounds. You will not decelerate quite so rapidly. You will go out one window or another, somehow.... or out a door that isn't there..... and your can will crush you. Even in the mud. I saw an accident like that on the Salt Flats, and the driver's head was about as flat a his hubcap.)
But the trooper, coping with riding some 150 miles with me into town to have my hand bandaged, explained that it was amazing I did not go into shock, like most people would after an accident like that. He said people who talk a lot, and like to listen to themselves, rarely go into shock. It's a sort of mental stabilizer bar, if you will.
And that's the only bar I patronize, and few suffer much from me, besides the cows and JazzFanz.
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