I'm Scarcely An Enfant!

When I'm Writing, I Never Write More Than Four Hours A Day.

I Never Had A Rejection Slip In My Life.

But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are Slow On Sundays.

One Always Likes One's Latest Book Best. That's A Natural Feeling.

The Way His Plump Hand Clutched At Her Hip Seemed Somehow Improper; Not Morally, Aesthetically.