Everyone Has The Revolver Of Resignation In

And People With Obsessions, Reflected Bond, Were Blind To Danger.

Hope Makes A Good Breakfast. Eat Plenty Of It.

History Is Moving Pretty Quickly These Days, And The Heroes And Villains Keep On Changing Parts.

My Mental Hands Were Empty, And I Felt I Must Do Something As A Counterirritant Or Antibody To My Hysterical Alarm At Getting Married At The Age Of 43.

Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared Bond Saw Luck As A Woman, To Be Softly Wooed Or Brutally Ravaged, Never Pandered To Or Pursued. But He Was Honest Enough To Admit That He Had Never Yet Been Made To Suffer By Cards Or By Women. One Day, And He Accepted The Fact He Would Be Brought To His Knees By Love Or By Luck.