I pity the young woman who will attempt to insinuate herself between my mama's boy and me. I sympathize with the monumental nature of her task. It will take a crowbar two bulldozers and half a dozen Molotov cocktails to pry my Oedipus and me loose from one another.
Progress however of the best kind is comparatively slow. Great results cannot be achieved at once and we must be satisfied to advance in life as we walk step by step.
