For Jimbo Meador and George Radcliff—who have always made a point of being kind to Forrest and his friends. There is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but madmen know.    —DRYDEN About the only class I liked was lunch, but I guess you couldn't call that a class. At the nut school, my mama would fix me a sambwich an a cookie an a piece of fruit—cept no bananas—an I'd take it to school with me. But in this school they was a cafeteria with nine or ten different things to eat an I'd have trouble makin up my mind what I wanted. I think somebody must of said somethin, cause after a week or so Coach Fellers come up to me an say to just go ahead an eat all I wanted cause it been "taken care of...

One day, the phone rang in my house. When I went to the landline phone, of which there aren't many left these days, and answered, I heard a familiar voice: "Please be attentive." -- Hello, Strange. Long time no see or hear from you. “Oh, Phantom! How many years, how many winters?” I said happily and leaned against the nearest wall. -- Yes, quite a while ago. But more about that later. I got my hands on a very interesting document. My team checked its authenticity. “How much?” I asked with interest...