A Genius Who Does Not Know That

Are There Many Things In This Cool-hearted World So Utterly Exquisite As The Pure Love Of One Woman For Another Woman?

I Never Give My Real Self. I Have A Hundred Sides, And I Turn First One Way And Then The Other. I Am Playing A Deep Game. I Have A Number Of Strong Cards Up My Sleeve. I Have Never Been Myself, Excepting To Two Friends.

Except Two Breeds - The Stupid And The Narrowly Feline - All Women Have A Touch Of The Lesbian: An Assertion All Good Non-analytic Creatures Refute With Horror, But Quite True: There Is Always The Poignant Intensive Personal Taste, The Flair Of Inner-sex, In The Tenderest Friendships Of Women.

I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant Involuntary Self-analysis.

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.