The Sentence Im Reading Is Terrific.

I Don't Even Know What I Was Running For—i Guess I Just Felt Like It.

His Eldest Sister (who Modestly Prefers To Be Identified Here As A Tuckahoe Homemaker) Has Asked Me To Describe Him As Looking Like 'the Blue-eyed Jewish-irish Mohican Scout Who Died In Your Arms At The Roulette Table At Monte Carlo.

But I Was Afraid Of The Questions (much More Than The Accusations) You Might Both Put To Me.

I Don't Exactly Know What I Mean By That, But I Mean It.

For A Psychoanalyst To Be Any Good... He'd Have To Believe That It Was Through The Grace Of God That He'd Been Inspired To Study Psychoanalysis In The First Place.