There's No More Usual Basis

... Since She Might Not Be Splendid, She Would At Least Be Immaculate.

Writing Is Not Primarily Escape, But Use.

You Seemed To Me To Be Soaring Far Up In The Blue - To Be Sailing In The Bright Light, Over The Heads Of Men. Suddenly Some One Tosses Up A Faded Rosebud - A Missile That Should Never Have Reached You - And Down You Drop To The Ground.

Any Point Of View Is Interesting That Is A Direct Impression Of Life. You Each Have An Impression Colored By Your Individual Conditions; Make That Into A Picture, A Picture Framed By Your Own Personal Wisdom, Your Glimpse Of The American World.

Everything About Florence Seems To Be Colored With A Mild Violet, Like Diluted Wine.