What Was It With Men,

And Feeling Clever, I've Always Thought, Is Just A Sigh Away From Being Cheerful.

At The Risk Of Sounding Like Virginia Woolf, I Could Live On £700 A Year.

And Though You Think The World Is At Your Feet, It Can Rise Up And Tread On You.

How Easily This Unthinking Family Love Was Forgotten.

I'm Sorry To Say That Far Worse Things Have Happened And The Literature Of The Holocaust Is A Witness To The Capacity Of The Novel As A Form.