How About Slipping Out Of

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.

An Infant Prodigy Of Nine Is Shoved Upon The Stage In White. She Starts Off In A Dismal Whine About A Dark And Stormy Night, A Burglar, Whose Heart Is True, Despite His Wicked-looking Face, Who Puts The Little Child In Doom, To Save Her Mamma's Jewel Case. This May Bring Tears To Every Eye; It Does Not Set My Heart On Fire. I'd Like To Stand Serenely By And Watch That Horrid Child Expire.

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.

Trust Your Instincts. If You Have No Instincts, Trust Your Impulses.

To Take A Gloomy View Of Life Is Not Part Of My Philosophy; To Laugh At The Idiocies Of My Fellow Creatures Is. However, At This Particular Moment I Cannot Find So Much To Laugh At As I Would Like.