Let Me Tell You About The Very

...one Emotion After Another Crept Into Her Face Like Objects Into A Slowly Developing Picture.

Take Off That Darn Fur Coat!...or Maybe You'd Like To Have Us Open All The Windows.

He Was So Terrible That He Was No Longer Terrible, Only Dehumanized.

Family Quarrels Are Bitter Things. They Don't Go According To Any Rules. They're Not Like Aches Or Wounds, They're More Like Splits In The Skin That Won't Heal Because There's Not Enough Material.

Then A Strange Thing Happened. She Turned To Him And Smiled, And As He Saw Her Smile Every Rag Of Anger And Hurt Vanity Dropped From Him — As Though His Very Moods Were But The Outer Ripples Of Her Own, As Though Emotion Rose No Longer In His Breast Unless She Saw Fit To Pull An Omnipotent Controlling Thread.