— Тимоти, Патрик не циник. Он соседский мальчик, правда, милый? — Неправда, — шепчу я себе под нос, — я злоебучий психопат. | Thinking in clichés.
One for bad news,
Two for mirth,
Three is a wedding,
Four is a birth,
Five is for riches,
Six is a thief,
Seven, a journey,
Eight is for grief.
Nine is a secret,
Ten is for sorrow.
Eleven is for love,
Twelve - joy for tomorrow.