She Laughed With Thrilling Scorn. "sophisticated-god, I'm

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.

Never Befuddle A Solitary Thrashing With A Last Annihilation.

He Hadn’t Once Ceased Looking At Daisy, And I Think He Revalued Everything In His House According To The Measure Of Response It Drew From Her Well-loved Eyes. Sometimes, Too, He Stared Around At His Possessions In A Dazed Way, As Though In Her Actual And Astounding Presence None Of It Was Any Longer Real.

I Began To Like New York, The Racy, Adventurous Feel Of It At Night, And The Satisfaction That The Constant Flicker Of Men And Women And Machines Gives To The Restless Eye.

It Makes Me Sad Because I've Never Seen Such--such Beautiful Shirts Before.