Why Should All Life Be

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

I'm Just Not The Same. Half Of Me Is Out There Looking For You And The Other Half Is Wishing I Didn't Have To." I Don't Want To Live - I Want To Love First, And Live Incidentally. Don't-don't Ever Think Of The Things You Can't Give Me-you've Trusted Me With The Dearest Heart Of All-and It's So Damn Much More Than Anybody Else In All The World Has Ever Had.

It Seemed To Alabama That, Reaching Her Goal, She Would Drive The Devils That Had Driven Her - That, In Proving Herself, She Would Achieve That Peace Which She Imagined Went Only In Surety Of One’s Self - That She Would Be Able, Through The Medium Of The Dance, To Command Her Emotions, To Summon Love Or Pity Or Happiness At Will, Having Provided A Channel Through Which They Might Flow. She Drove Herself Mercilessly, And The Summer Dragged On.

The Flapper Awoke From Her Lethargy Of Sub-deb-ism, Bobbed Her Hair, Put On Her Choicest Pair Of Earrings And A Great Deal Of Audacity And Rouge And Went Into The Battle. She Flirted Because It Was Fun To Flirt And Wore A One-piece Bathing Suit Because She Had A Good Figure She Was Conscious That The Things She Did Were The Things She Had Always Wanted To Do. Mothers Disapproved Of Their Sons Taking The Flapper To Dances, To Teas, To Swim And Most Of All To Heart.

Nobody Has Ever Been Able To Experience What They Have Thoroughly Understood - Or Understand What They Have Experienced Until They Have Achieved A Detachment That Renders Them Incapable Of Repeating The Experience.