Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To

Sometimes [the Expression] Old Age Has A Kind Of Harrowing Beauty. But Elderly - Ugh!

Ah, But You're The Insidious Type--jane Eyre With Of Touch Of Becky Sharp. A Thoroughly Dangerous Girl.

... For I Know I Shall Be Interrupted-- I Shall Want To Be, Really, Because Life Is Too Exciting To Sit Still For Long.

I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch About Having Plenty Of Money? Does It Eventually Take The Pleasure Out Of Things?

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?