One Girl Can Be Pretty - But

Smoking Had Come To Be An Important Punctuation Mark In The Long Sentence Of A Day On The Road.

I Care Not Who Hoes The Lettuce Of My Country If I Can Eat The Salad!

I See You're Looking At My Cuff Buttons." I Hadn't Been Looking At Them, But I Did Now.

Working-girls, In Pairs And Groups And Swarms, Loitered By These Windows, Choosing Their Future Boudoirs From Some Resplendent Display Which Included Even A Man's Silk Pajamas Laid Domestically Across The Bed. They Stood In Front Of The Jewelry Stores And Picked Out Their Engagement Rings, And Their Wedding Rings And Their Platinum Wrist Watches, And Then Drifted On To Inspect The Feather Fans And Opera Cloaks; Meanwhile Digesting The Sandwiches And Sundaes They Had Eaten For Lunch.

I'm A Slave To My Emotions, To My Likes, To My Hatred Of Boredom, To Most Of My Desires