Say You’ll Marry Me When I Come

All You Have Done Is To Be Different From Other Women And You Have Made A Little Success Of It. This Is Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. The Mere Fact That You Have Succeed To Run The Mill Is An Insult To Everyman Who Hasn't Succeed.

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

In The End What Will Happen Will Be What Has Happened Whenever A Civilization Breaks Up. The People Who Have Brains And Courage Come Through And The Ones Who Haven't Are Winnowed Out.

It Is Axiomatic Among Writers That No One Ever Sues The Writer Of An Unsuccessful Book. Just Let A Book Go Over Twenty-five Thousand Copies And It Is Surprising How Many People's Feelings Are Hurt, How Many Screwballs Think Their Brain Children Have Been Stolen, And How Many People Feel That They Have Been Portrayed In A Manner Calculated To Bring Infamy Upon Them.

They Knew That Love Snatched In The Face Of Danger And Death Was Doubly Sweet For The Strange Excitement That Went With It.