He Shrugged His Shoulders To

It Was The Same With The Whole Russian Machine. Fear Was The Impulse. For Them It Was Always Safer To Advance Than Retreat. Advance Against The Enemy And The Bullet Might Miss You. Retreat, Evade, Betray And The Bullet Would Never Miss.

These Blithering Women Who Thought They Could Do A Man's Work. Why The Hell Couldn't They Stay At Home And Mind Their Pots And Pans And Stick To Their Frocks And Gossip And Leave Men's Work To The Men.

Loneliness Becomes A Lover, Solitude A Darling Sin.

All Women Love Semi-rape. They Love To Be Taken.it Was His Sweet Brutality Against My Bruised Body That Made His Act Of Love So Piercingly Wonderful.

It’s Just That I’d Rather Die Of Drink Than Of Thirst.