He Did Not Care If She Was

The Great American Novel Has Not Only Already Been Written, It Has Already Been Rejected.

Vaguely, As When You Are Studying A Foreign Language And Read A Page Which At First You Can Make Nothing Of, Till A Word Or A Sentence Gives You A Clue; And On A Sudden Suspicion, As It Were, Of The Sense Flashes Across Your Troubled Wits, Vaguely She Gained An Inkling Into The Workings Of Walter's Mind. It Was Like A Dark And Ominous Landscape Seen By A Flash Of Lightning And In A Moment Hidden Again By The Night. She Shuddered At What She Saw.

Its A Toss-up When You Decide To Leave The Beaten Track. Many Are Called, Few Are Chosen.

Only Mediocre People Are At The Best All The Time.

I'm Only Twenty-five. If I've Made A Mistake I Have Time To Correct It.