After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

I'm Tired Of Saying "how Wonderful You Are!" To Fool Men, Who Haven't Got One Half Sense I've Got.

How Wonderful To Know Someone Who Was Bad And Dishonorable And A Cheat And A Liar, When All The World Was Filled With People Who Would Not Lie To Save Their Souls And Who Would Rather Starve Than Do A Dishonorable Deed!

It's A Curse - This Not Wanting To Look On Naked Realities. Until The War, Life Was Never More Real To Me Than A Shadow Show On A Curtain. And I Preferred It So. I Do Not Like The Outlines Of Things To Be Too Sharp. I Like Them Gently Blurred, A Little Hazy.

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

Crackers Are Short On Sparkle.