One of the many bad things about living through a pandemic is that one doesn't get to overhear great lines in a random crowd anymore. There aren't any random crowds where lots of unrelated conversations might be going on. So, I can't blame this on that. It is a thought that occurred to me, I'd like to live long enough to overhear this in a crowd. "Lazy? I'm the opposite of lazy. I'm hypo-allergenic."
"April is the cruelest month." Every year at this time somebody is quoting that line, from T.S. Eliot THE WASTE LAND, in lieu of anything better to say about whatever cruelty is regnant. Or just as a way of complaining about taxes. What is the context? Here is a bit of it. "April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain." Love those gerunds, a comma they are following, Bred, mixed and stirred: A line they are ending