Nobody Ever Dies Of An Indignity.

Mr. [aldous] Huxley Has Been The Alarming Young Man For A Long Time, A Sort Of Perpetual Clever Nephew Who Can Be Relied On To Flutter The Lunch Party. Whatever Will He Say Next? How Does He Think Of Those Things? He Has Been Deplored Once Or Twice, But Feeling Is In His Favor: He Is Steadily Read. He Is At Once The Truly Clever Person And The Stupid Person's Idea Of The Clever Person; He Is Expected To Be Relentless, To Administer Intellectual Shocks.

Autumn Arrives In The Early Morning.

...there Must Be Something She Wanted; And That Therefore She Was No Lady.

For People Who Live On Expectations, To Face Up To Their Realization Is Something Of An Ordeal.

The Paradox Of Romantic Love -- That What One Possesses, One Can No Longer Desire -- Was At Work.