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Jake Was Close To Tears. In That Moment He Saw The World In Its True Light, As A Place Where Nothing Had Ever Been Any Good And Nothing Of Significance Done: No Art Worth A Second Look, No Philosophy Of The Slightest Appositeness, No Law But Served The State, No History That Gave An Inkling Of How It Had Been And What Had Happened. And No Love, Only Egotism, Infatuation And Lust.

Wives And Such Are Constantly Filling Up Any Refrigerator They Have A Claim On, Even Its Ice-compartment, With Irrelevant Rubbish Like Food.

Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never Lets You Go.

I Once Wrote Deduceable Instead Of Deducible In A Book, Though Nobody Then Or Since Has Taken Me Up On It. A Small Point As They Go, Perhaps, But Rule I Of Writing Acceptably Is To Get Everything Right As Far As You Can, And In This Case I Had Neglected To.

You'll Find That Marriage Is A Good Short Cut To The Truth. No, Not Quite That. A Way Of Doubling Back To The Truth. Another Thing You'll Find Is That The Years Of Illusion Aren't Those Of Adolescense, As The Grown-ups Try To Tell Us; They're The Ones Immediately After It, Say The Middle Twenties, The False Maturity If You Like, When You First Get Thoroughly Embroiled In Things And Lose Your Head. Your Age, By The Way, Jim. That's When You First Realize That Sex Is Important To Other People Besides Yourself. A Discovery Like That Can't Help Knocking You Off Balance For A Time.