Even The Wicked Get Worse Than They

Hunger Is A Powerful Incentive To Introspection.

A Man Long Accustomed To Admire His Wife In General, Seldom Pauses To Admire Her In A Particular Gown Or Attitude, Unless His Attention Is Directed To Her By The Appreciative Gaze Of Another Man.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.

This Is Reality, Whether You Like It Or Not--all Those Frivolities Of Summer, The Light And Shadow, The Living Mask Of Green That Trembled Over Everything, They Were Lies, And This Is What Was Underneath. This Is The Truth.

It Is Easy To Pity When Once One's Vanity Has Been Tickled.