Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets

I See Myself As Rhoda, Not Mary Tyler Moore.

The Talk Of Lovers Who Have Just Declared Their Love Is One Of Life's Most Sweet Delights. Each Vies With The Other In Humility, In Amazement At Being So Valued. The Past Is Searched For The First Signs And Each One Is In Haste To Declare All That He Is So That No Part Of His Being Escapes The Hallowing Touch.

The Theatre Is Certainly A Place For Learning About The Brevity Of Human Glory: Oh All Those Wonderful Glittering Absolutely Vanished Pantomime! Now I Shall Abjure Magic And Become A Hermit : Put Myself In A Situation Where I Can Honestly Say That I Have Nothing Else To Do But To Learn To Be Good.

Then I Felt Too That I Might Take This Opportunity To Tie Up A Few Loose Ends, Only Of Course Loose Ends Can Never Be Properly Tied, One Is Always Producing New Ones. Time, Like The Sea, Unties All Knots. Judgements On People Are Never Final, They Emerge From Summings Up Which At Once Suggest The Need Of A Reconsideration. Human Arrangements Are Nothing But Loose Ends And Hazy Reckoning, Whatever Art May Otherwise Pretend In Order To Console Us.

Being In Love Is An Exhausting Business.