Women Alone Always Order Sole.

A Writer ... Whittles At The Words And Phrases Of Today And Makes Of Them Forms To Set The Mind Of Tomorrow's Generation.

Men Who Have Lost Their Conviction Of What Is Good And What Is Bad Find Themselves Without A Sextant To Check Their Position By. We Are In The Position Of A Man With An Elaborate Camping Kit Who Finds Himself Lost In The Woods Without His Matches; To Kindle A Fire He Has To Resort To The Stratagems Of The Caveman. We Fall Back Through Generations Into The Oldest Terrors And Confusions Of The Race.

Man Seems To Be An Animal Whose Capacity For Lies Is Only Equalled By His Credulity; It Does No Good To Let Battalions Of Cats Outof Bags, To Produce Whole Harems Of Naked Facts, People Eat The Same Three Meals Daily Deception, And Are Always Ready To Turn With Fury Upon The Purveyors Of Bagless Cats And Facts Undraped. Probably Their Instinct Is Wise. Who Knows?

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Love Is Cheap. You Can Buy It Anywhere. Lives Are Cheap. It's Money That's Dear. You Have To Work Days And Sit Up Nights Thinking How To Make Money.