People want to come visit, but mostly I refuse them, preserving my continuous silence.
Instead of relating to plot and character development, most readers insist on searching for what I have refused them.
I figure it must be a medical chain and I know I can refuse them so I say, "I'm not going, tell medical I refuse".
This was its first appearance: "I offered Richard the service of my Free Lances, and he refused them – I will lead them to Hull, seize on shipping, and embark for Flanders; thanks to the bustling times, a man of action will always find employment".
However, when orders for counterfeit money were sent to him, he refused them: "I will do anything, short of being a common informer against particular persons, to stop the malpractices of the Birmingham coiners".
And I was awed by his humility -- as if I'd refuse them, or cared they were upper deck, middle of the row, end zone seats -- less than ten rows from the top of the stadium -- and were only two (I was on the list for four).
That anyone living in a New York City apartment could raise a pig was interesting enough, but that they wanted it to be certified as a service animal to help the wife was so intriguing I couldn't refuse them, although I did ask some questions to make sure they weren't pulling my leg.
I didn't feel I needed them and I refused to take them.
