Luck In All Its Moods Had To

He Was A Secret Agent, And Still Alive Thanks To His Exact Attention To The Detail Of His Profession.

These Blithering Women Who Thought They Could Do A Man's Work. Why The Hell Couldn't They Stay At Home And Mind Their Pots And Pans And Stick To Their Frocks And Gossip And Leave Men's Work To The Men.

It Was The Short Men That Caused All The Trouble In The World.

A Woman Can Put Up With Almost Anything; Anything But Indifference.

The Conventional Parabola--sentiment, The Touch Of The Hand, The Kiss, The Passionate Kiss, The Feel Of The Body, The Climax In The Bed, Then More Bed, Then Less Bed, Then The Boredom, The Tears And The Final Bitterness--was To Him Shameful And Hypocritical.