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Without Beauty A Girl Is Unhappy Because She Has Missed Her Chance To Be Loved. People Do Not Jeer At Her, They Are Not Cruel To Her, But It Is As If She Were Invisible, No Eyes Follow Her As She Walks. People Feel Uncomfortable When They Are With Her. They Find It Easier To Ignore Her. A Girl Who Is Exceptionally Beautiful, On The Other Hand, Who Has Something Which Too Far Surpasses The Customary Seductive Freshness Of Adolescence, Appears Somehow Unreal. Great Beauty Seems Invariably To Portend Some Tragic Fate.

I Think That If I Am Notorious, It Is Because Other People Have Decided That This Is How I Should Be.

The Terrible Predicament Of A Beautiful Girl Is That Only An Experienced Womanizer, Someone Cynical And Without Scruple, Feels Up To The Challenge. More Often Than Not, She Will Lose Her Virginity To Some Filthy Lowlife In What Proves To Be The First Step In An Irrevocable Decline.

I Think She Is Going To Find You Too Old... Yes That Was It, The Moment She Said It I Knew It Was True, And The Revelation Caused Me No Surprise, It Was Like The Echo Of A Dull, Not Unexpected Shock. The Age Difference Was The Last Taboo, The Final Limit, All The Stronger For The Fact That It Remained The Last And Had Replaced All The Others. In The Modern World You Could Be A Swinger, Bi, Trans, Zoo Into S&m, But It Was Forbidden To Be Old.

In My Own Writing, I Think Of Myself As A Realist Who Exaggerates A Little.