Cold - Cold As Truth,

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

As It Was In The Beginning, ... Is Now, And Ever Shall Be, World Without End.

For The First Time She Had Dimly Realized That Only The Hopeless Are Starkly Sincere And That Only The Unhappy Can Either Give Or Take Sympathy--even Some Of The Bitter And Dangerous Voluptuousness Of Misery.

Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.

Would You Like A Whiskey?' I Say. 'i've Got Some.' (that's Original. I Bet Nobody's Ever Thought Of That Way Of Bridging The Gap Before.)