Dogs Are A Habit, I Think.

Who Is Ever Adequate? We All Create Situations Each Other Can't Live Up To, Then Break Our Hearts At Them Because They Don't.

But Surely Love Wouldn't Get So Much Talked About If There Were Not Something In It?

Plot Is The Knowing Of Destination.

First Love, With Its Frantic Haughty Imagination, Swings Its Object Clear Of The Everyday, Over The Rut Of Living, Making Him All Looks, Silences, Gestures, Attitudes, A Burning Phrase With No Context.

...there Must Be Something She Wanted; And That Therefore She Was No Lady.