Homer Wells

I've looked at so many women. I've seen everything, and felt nothing. But when I look at you, it hurts.

To do nothing. It's a great idea, really. Maybe if I just wait and see long enough, then I won't have to do anything or decide anything, you know? I mean, maybe if I'm lucky enough, someone else will decide and choose and do things for me.

But then again, maybe I won't be that lucky. And it's not my fault. It's not your fault. And that's just it. Someone's gonna get hurt, and it's no one's fault.

If we just sit here and, we wait and see a little longer, then maybe you won't to choose, and I won't have to *do* anything!

Nothing. I'm sorry. You're not the one who has to do anything.

Dear Dr. Larch. Thank you for your doctor's bag, although it seems that I will not have the occasion to use it, barring some emergency, of course. I am not a doctor. With all due respect to your profession, I'm enjoying my life here. I'm enjoying being a lobsterman and orchardman. In fact, I've never enjoyed myself as much. The truth is, I want to stay here. I believe I'm being of some use.

Dear Dr. Larch, What I'm learning her may not be as important as what I learned from you, but everything is new to me. Yesterday, I learned how to poison mice. Field mice girdle an apple tree; pine mice kill the roots. You use poison oats and poison corn. I know what you have to do. You have to play God. Well, killing mice is as close as I want to come to playing God.

I'm not a doctor.

I can't replace you. I'm sorry.

I'm not a doctor. I haven't been to medical school; I haven't even been to high school.

Goodnight, you princes of Maine. You kings of New England.