It Was Strange How Easy

It Was Like Certain Dinners I Remember From The War. There Was Much Wine, An Ignored Tension, And A Feeling Of Things Coming That You Could Not Prevent Happening. Under The Wine I Lost The Disgusted Feeling And Was Happy. It Seemed They Were All Such Nice People.

His (the Writer's) Standard Of Fidelity To The Truth Should Be So High That His Invention, Out Of His Experience, Should Produce A Truer Account Than Anything Factual Can Be.

I Do Not Know What I Thought Paris Would Be Like, But It Was Not That Way. It Rained Nearly Every Day.

Everything About Him Was Old Except His Eyes And They Were The Same Color As The Sea And Were Cheerful And Undefeated.

I Do Not Want You Ever To Initiate Any Action For Any Refunds Of Taxes Without First Consulting Me And Presenting The Matter Fully To Me So That I May Judge Whether It Is An Honorable And Ethical Action To Take, Not Simply Legally, But According To My Own Personal Standards.