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Twice In Her Life She Had Mistaken Something Else For It; It Was Like Seeing Somebody In The Street Who You Think Is A Friend, You Whistle And Wave And Run After Him, And It Is Not Only Not The Friend, But Not Even Very Like Him. A Few Minutes Later The Real Friend Appears In View, And Then You Can't Imagine How You Ever Mistook That Other Person For Him. Linda Was Now Looking Upon The Authentic Face Of Love, And She Knew It, But It Frightened Her. That It Should Come So Casually, So Much By A Series Of Accidents, Was Frightening.

Oh Dear... It Really Is Rather Disillusioning. When One's Friends Marry For Money They Are Wretched, When They Marry For Love It Is Worse. What Is The Proper Thing To Marry For, I Should Like To Know?

English Doctors Have Killed 3/4 Of My Friends & The Joke Is The Remaining 1/4 Go On Recommending Them, So Odd Is Human Nature.

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

Nothing About Human Beings Ever Had The Power To Move Me As A Child. Black Beauty Now ... !