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I've A Theory That One Can Always Get Anything One Wants If One Will Pay The Price. And Do You Know What The Price Is, Nine Times Out Of Ten? Compromise.

I, Myself, Was Always Recognized . . . As The “slow One” In The Family. It Was Quite True, And I Knew It And Accepted It. Writing And Spelling Were Always Terribly Difficult For Me. My Letters Were Without Originality. I Was . . . An Extraordinarily Bad Speller And Have Remained So Until This Day.

What An Absurdity To Go And Bury Oneself In South America, Where They Are Always Having Revolutions.

To Feel Admiration For A Man All Through One's Married Life Would, I Think, Be Excessively Tedious.

There Hung About Her The Restrained Energy Of A Whiplash.