Oh, How Good It Is To Be

The House A Woman Creates Is A Utopia. She Can't Help It - Can't Help Trying To Interest Her Nearest And Dearest Not In Happiness Itself But In The Search For It.

One Must Talk. That's How It Is. One Must.

Banality Is Sometimes Striking.

The Best Way To Fill Time Is To Waste It.

A Prolonged Silence Ensues. The Reason For The Silence Is Our Growing Interest One For The Other. No One Is Aware Of It, No One Yet; No One? Am I Quite Sure?