Some Lesser Husbands Built A Latrine On

Where Jargon Turns Living Issues Into Abstractions, And Where Jargon Ends By Competing With Jargon, People Don't Have Causes. They Only Have Enemies.

Life Is A Helluva Thing. You Can See Trouble Coming And You Can't Do A Damn Thing To Prevent It Coming. You Just Got To Sit And Watch And Wait.

In Our Island Myth This Was The Prescribed End Of Marriages Like Mine: The Wife Goes Off With Someone From The Cercle Sportif, Outside Whose Gates At Night The Willingly Betrayed Husband Waits In His Motorcar. The Circumstances Were Slightly.

Most People Are Not Really Free. They Are Confined By The Niche In The World That They Carve Out For Themselves. They Limit Themselves To Fewer Possibilities By The Narrowness Of Their Vision.

What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose That Was The General Attitude.