Death Is Only A Small Interruption.

I Was Brought Up Among The Sort Of Self-important Women Who Had A Husband As One Has An Alibi.

In Real Life, It Is The Hare Who Wins. Every Time. Look Around You. And In Any Case It Is My Contention That Aesop Was Writing For The Tortoise Market. Hares Have No Time To Read. They Are Too Busy Winning The Game.

Romanticism Is Not Just A Mode; It Literally Eats Into Every Life. Women Will Never Get Rid Of Just Waiting For The Right Man.

A Man Of Such Obvious And Exemplary Charm Must Be A Liar.

I Am 46, And Have Been For Some Time Past.