Every morning, I would bait him with a sunny greeting, just to hear his depressed response, which always changed by the day.
 "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!" I would say.
 "The point is debatable," he might respond.
 Or, another day: "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!"
 "I will half allow it."
 Or: "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!"
 "I fail to see your argument."
 Or, my favorite ever: "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!"
 "Oh, you're a satirist now, are you?"

- Elizabeth Gilbert in City of girls