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Everyone Has The Revolver Of Resignation In His Pocket.

The Scent And Smoke And Sweat Of A Casino Are Nauseating At Three In The Morning.

I Would Stay Away From Him And Leave Him To Go His Own Road Where There Would Be Other Women, Countless Other Women, Who Would Probably Give Him As Much Physical Pleasure As He Had Had With Me. I Wouldn’t Care, Or At Least I Told Myself That I Wouldn’t Care, Because None Of Them Would Ever Own Him—own Any Larger Piece Of Him Than I Now Did.

A Medium Vodka Dry Martini - With A Slice Of Lemon Peel. Shaken And Not Stirred.

I Take A Ridiculous Pleasure In What I Eat And Drink. It Comes Partly From Being A Bachelor, But Mostly From A Habit Of Taking A Lot Of Trouble Over Details. It's Very Persnickety And Old-maidish Really, But Then When I'm Working I Generally Have To Eat My Meals Alone And It Makes Them More Interesting When One Takes Trouble.