A Squalid Phantasmagoria Of Breath

Every One Suspects Himself Of At Least One Of The Cardinal Virtues.

What Was The Use Of Doing Great Things If I Could Have A Better Time Telling Her What I Was Going To Do?

I Don’t Want Just Words. If That’s All You Have For Me, You’d Better Go

Action Is Character.

Working-girls, In Pairs And Groups And Swarms, Loitered By These Windows, Choosing Their Future Boudoirs From Some Resplendent Display Which Included Even A Man's Silk Pajamas Laid Domestically Across The Bed. They Stood In Front Of The Jewelry Stores And Picked Out Their Engagement Rings, And Their Wedding Rings And Their Platinum Wrist Watches, And Then Drifted On To Inspect The Feather Fans And Opera Cloaks; Meanwhile Digesting The Sandwiches And Sundaes They Had Eaten For Lunch.