I Had Never Known Her Before And

A Story Has No Beginning Or End: Arbitrarily One Chooses That Moment Of Experience From Which To Look Back Or From Which To Look Ahead.

...and Yet Could Swear It Was Just Then That I Fell In Love. It Wasn't, Of Course, Simply The Onions -- It Was The Sudden Sense Of An Individual Woman, Of A Frankness That Was So Often Later To Make Me Happy And Miserable.

What Have We All Got To Expect That We Allow Ourselves To Be So Lined With Disappointment?

Most Things Disappoint Till You Look Deeper.

Morality Comes With The Sad Wisdom Of Age, When The Sense Of Curiosity Has Withered.