I have met people who hate to sneeze. They Google it. They try to hold it in. They try to choke their noses. Sometimes they are successful. It will not come until the restrainer be removed.
They pinch their noses and the sneeze comes out like a high pitched dog whistle. Sometimes they walk around in circles, or perform an anti-sneeze dance. They pinch their lip. They grab their ear or their rear. What do you have against something so whimsical as a sneeze? Embrace the whimsy. It may be the last whimsical thing you do.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a sneeze.
I know a man whose sneeze could wake the dead. He sneezes and mummy tombs swing open. He sneezes and magical doors begin creaking. He sneezes and loud benedictions begin pouring down.
Sneezes are like the return of Christ. Sudden and blessed. And I say, Come.
