You Will Be Old-fashioned One Day. It's

As For Death, One Gets Used To It, Even If It Is Only Other People Is Death You Get Used To.

I Don't Like People," Said Velvet. "... I Only Like Horses.

I Shall Continue To Explore-the Astonishment Of Living.

The Pleasure Of One's Effect On Other People Still Exists In Age - What's Called Making A Hit. But The Hit Is Much Rarer And Made Of Different Stuff.

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.