It Was An Unspoken Pleasure,

Writers Are Interesting People, But Often Mean And Petty.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

You Can't Recover From What You Do Not Understand.

Old Paint On Canvas, As It Ages, Sometimes Becomes Transparent. When That Happens It Is Possible, In Some Pictures, To See The Original Lines: A Tree Will Show Through A Woman's Dress, A Child Makes Way For A Dog, A Large Boat Is No Longer On An Open Sea. That Is Called Pentimento Because The Painter 'repented', Changed His Mind. Perhaps It Would Be As Well To Say That The Old Conception, Replaced By A Later Choice, Is A Way Of Seeing And Then Seeing Again.

It {france} May Be The Only Country In The World Where The Rich Are Sometimes Brilliant.