No Amount Of Fire Or Freshness Can

Once I Thought That Lake Forest Was The Most Glamorous Place In The World. Maybe It Was.

Ah," She Cried, "you Look So Cool." Their Eyes Met, And They Stared Together At Each Other, Alone In Space. With An Effort She Glanced Down At The Table. You Always Look So Cool," She Repeated. She Had Told Him That She Loved Him, And Tom Buchanan Saw.

Once A Change Of Direction Has Begun, Even Though It's The Wrong One, It Still Tends To Clothe Itself As Thoroughly In The Appurtenances Of Tightness As If It Had Been A Natural All Along.

For Awhile After You Quit Keats All Other Poetry Seems To Be Only Whistling Or Humming.

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