It Was A Book To Kill Time

Behavior Of Such Cunning Cruelty That Only A Human Being Could Have Thought Of Or Contrived It We Call 'inhuman,' Revealing Thus Some Pathetic Ideal Standard For Our Species That Survives All Betrayals.

So They Left The Subject And Played Croquet, Which Is A Very Good Game For People Who Are Annoyed With One Another, Giving Many Opportunities For Venting Rancor.

One Day I Shall Write A Little Book Of Conduct Myself, And I Shall Call It Social Problems Of The Unsociable. And The Root Problem, Beneath A Hundred Varying Manifestions, Is How To Escape. How To Escape, That Is, At Those Times, Be They Few Or Frequent, When You Want To Keep Yourself To Yourself.

Cruelty Was The Devil, And Most People Were, In One Way Or Another, Cruel. Tyranny, Suppression, Persecution, Torture, Slavery, War, Neglect - All Were Cruel. The World Was Acid And Sour With Hate, Fat With Greed, Yellow With The Triumph Of The Strong And The Rich.

Nearly All Novels Are Too Long.