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I Mean, There's Little Enough In This Life, Really, And You Only Find It Worth Living For The Odd Moments, And If You Think You're Going To Have Those Odd Moments Again, Then It Makes Life Wonderful And Have A Meaning.

It Seems Priggish Or Pollyannaish To Deny That My Intention In Writing The Work Was To Titillate The Nastier Propensities Of My Readers. My Own Healthy Inheritance Of Original Sin Comes Out In The Book And I Enjoyed Raping And Ripping By Proxy. It Is The Novelist’s Innate Cowardice That Makes Him Depute To Imaginary Personalities The Sins That He Is Too Cautious To Commit For Himself.

He Said It Was Artificial Respiration, But Now I Find I Am To Have His Child.

Bath Twice A Day To Be Really Clean, Once A Day To Be Passably Clean, Once A Week To Avoid Being A Public Menace.

I Didn't Think; I Experimented.