Anticipation Is The Greater Part Of Pleasure.

One Beast And Only One Howls In The Woods By Night.

They Were Connoisseurs Of Boredom. They Savoured The Various Bouquets Of The Subtly Differentiated Boredoms Which Rose From The Long, Wasted Hours At The Dead End Of Night.

A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy. Only Untimely Death Is A Tragedy.

...in Their Millenial And Long-lived Patience They Knew Quite Well How, In A Hundred Years, Or A Thousand Years' Time, Or Else, Perhaps, Tomorrow, In An Hour's Time, For It Was All A Gamble, A Million To One Chance, But All The Same There Was A Chance That If They Kept On Shaking Their Chains, One Day, Some Day, The Clasps Upon The Shackles Would Part.

The Bed Is Now As Public As The Dinner Table And Governed By The Same Rules Of Formal Confrontation.