I Never Blame Failure - There Are

Celibacy Goes Deeper Than The Flesh.

As Soon As I Arrived I Made An Attempt To Find My Host But The Two Or Three People Of Whom I Asked His Whereabouts Stared At Me In Such An Amazed Way And Denied So Vehemently An Knowledge Of His Movements That I Slunk Off In The Direction Of The Cocktail Table--the Only Place In The Garden Where A Single Man Could Linger Without Looking Purposeless And Alone.

You Remind Me Of A Smoked Cigarette.

Reporting The Extreme Things As If They Were The Average Things Will Start You On The Art Of Fiction.

They Were Stars On This Stage, Each Playing To An Audience Of Two.