She Did Not So Much Cook As

From So Much Of This Seriously-intended Pornography There Rises, Even When It Is Lewdly Or Boisterously Comic, The Acrid Smell, Unmistakable, Of Self-dislike.

The Impossible Talked Of Is Less Impossible From The Moment Words Are Laid To It.

Only One Person In A Thousand Knows The Trick Of Really Living In The Present.

Sadistic Literature Is Not Only Inhumane. It Is Anti-human.

Very Rare, The Intelligence Of The Heart. The Intelligence Of The Whimsical Brain Is Less Rare, Less Attaching, Sometimes Tedious.