"As I was returning from wherever I'd spent the evening‒and I do remember that it was after dark‒I stopped on the sidewalk outside the school and looked into the lighted display window of the orthopedic appliances shop. Then something altogether hideous happened. The thought was forced on me that no matter how coolly or sensibly or gracefully I might one day learn to live my life, I would always at best be a visitor in a garden of enamel urinals and bedpans, with a sightless, wooden dummy-deity standing by in a marked-down rupture truss." ("De Daumier-Smith's Blue Period," J.D. Salinger)

Why would a skeleton need a sheet to go trick-or-treating? Poor self-esteem?

Why aren't the chairs valid ?-)