Wine Gave A Sort Of Gallantry To

The Transition From Libertine To Prig Was So Complete.

Stahr's Eyes And Kathleen's Met And Tangled. For An Instant They Made Love As No One Ever Dares To Do After. Their Glance Was Slower Than An Embrace, More Urgent Than A Call.

I Was Too Absorbed To Be Responsive

He's Sensitive And I Don't Want Him To Break His Heart Over Somebody Who Doesn't Care About Him.

At The Enchanted Metropolitan Twilight I Felt A Haunting Loneliness Sometimes, And Felt It In Others -- Poor Young Clerks Who Loitered In Front Of Windows Waiting Until It Was Time For A Solitary Restaurant Dinner -- Young Clerks In The Dusk, Wasting The Most Poignant Moments Of Night And Life.