He Looked At Her The Way All

And I Like Large Parties. They’re So Intimate. At Small Parties There Isn’t Any Privacy.

As We Passed Over The Dark Bridge Her Wan Face Fell Lazily Against My Coat's Shoulder And The Formidable Stroke Of Thirty Died Away With The Reassuring Pressure Of Her Hand.

Sometimes It Is Harder To Deprive Oneself Of A Pain Than Of A Pleasure.

I Was Too Absorbed To Be Responsive

He Hadn’t Once Ceased Looking At Daisy, And I Think He Revalued Everything In His House According To The Measure Of Response It Drew From Her Well-loved Eyes. Sometimes, Too, He Stared Around At His Possessions In A Dazed Way, As Though In Her Actual And Astounding Presence None Of It Was Any Longer Real.