In New York, One Must Collapse To

Profusion Gives Pleasure Up To A Point; Then We Become Squeamish.

People May Show Jealousy, But Hide Their Envy.

Travelling Carries Me To The Surface, Away From The Deeps Of Home-thoughts.

Getting Ready: The Show Girl Scratches Her Breast And Shakes Out Her Feathers.

The Lady: A Fluty Voice, Sensible Shoes, A Melancholy Sense Of Living By Rules Few Still Remember.