Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never

It Scored Right Away With Me By Being The Smooth, Fine-grained Sort, Not The Coarse Flaky, Dry-on-the-outside Rubbish Full Of Chunds Of Gut And Gristle To Testify To Its Authenticity.

The Human Race Has Not Devised Any Way Of Dissolving Barriers, Getting To Know The Other Chap Fast, Breaking The Ice, That Is One-tenth As Handy And Efficient As Letting You And The Other Chap, Or Chaps, Cease To Be Totally Sober At About The Same Rate In Agreeable Surroundings.

Consciousness Was Upon Him Before He Could Get Out Of The Way.

You'll Find That Marriage Is A Good Short Cut To The Truth. No, Not Quite That. A Way Of Doubling Back To The Truth. Another Thing You'll Find Is That The Years Of Illusion Aren't Those Of Adolescense, As The Grown-ups Try To Tell Us; They're The Ones Immediately After It, Say The Middle Twenties, The False Maturity If You Like, When You First Get Thoroughly Embroiled In Things And Lose Your Head. Your Age, By The Way, Jim. That's When You First Realize That Sex Is Important To Other People Besides Yourself. A Discovery Like That Can't Help Knocking You Off Balance For A Time.

I Don't Say That The Drunk Man Is The Real Man, And The Sober Man Merely A Shell. But You Find Out Something Different About People When They're Drunk. Of Course, You Sometimes Find That They're Not Different At All--that You Merely Get More Of The Same, Perhaps Said Rather More Loudly And Incoherently, But Basically The Same.