Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty

Yet High Over The City Our Line Of Yellow Windows Must Have Contributed Their Share Of Human Secrecy To The Casual Watcher In The Darkening Streets, And I Was Him Too, Looking Up And Wondering. I Was Within And Without, Simultaneously Enchanted And Repelled By The Inexhaustible Variety Of Life.

She Was Beautiful - But Especially She Was Without Mercy.

Most Affectations Conceal Something Eventually, Even Though They Don't In The Beginning.

It Takes Two To Make An Accident.

The Bottle Of Whiskey - The Second One - Was Now In Constant Demand By All Present, Excepting Catherine, Who 'felt Just As Good On Nothing At All.