If I Had A Girl I Should

Greece Is Not A Country Of Happy Mediums: Everything There Seems To Be Either Wonderful Or Horrible.

Always Be Civil To The Girls, You Never Know Who They May Marry.

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

In France That Is The One Rule, Never Make Trouble.

Oh Dear... It Really Is Rather Disillusioning. When One's Friends Marry For Money They Are Wretched, When They Marry For Love It Is Worse. What Is The Proper Thing To Marry For, I Should Like To Know?