Here's To Alcohol, The Rose

She Felt A Little Betrayed And Sad, But Presently A Moving Object Came Into Sight. It Was A Huge Horse-chestnut Tree In Full Bloom Bound For The Champs Elysees, Strapped Now Into A Long Truck And Simply Shaking With Laughter - Like A Lovely Person In An Undignified Position Yet Confident None The Less Of Being Lovely. Looking At It With Fascination, Rosemary Identified Herself With It, And Laughed Cheerfully With It, And Everything All At Once Seemed Gorgeous.

She Saw Something Awful In The Very Simplicity She Failed To Understand.

In My Younger And More Vulnerable Years My Father Gave Me Some Advice That I've Been Turning Over In My Mind Ever Since.

No Matter How Low You Go, There's Always An Unexplored Basement.

I've Been Drunk For About A Week Now, And I Thought It Might Sober Me Up To Sit In A Library.