In Small Towns People Scent The Wind

But This Wealth Of Information Produced Little Or No Insight.

Life Is A Wheel, And If You Wait Long Enough, It Always Comes Back Around To Where It Started.

Doubters Will Doubt To The End.

The Exhilaration Was Hard To Explain. It Was A Lonely Feeling — A Somehow Melancholy Feeling. He Was Outside; He Passed On The Wings Of The Wind, And None Of The People Beyond The Brightly Lighted Squares Of Their Windows Saw Him. They Were Inside, Inside Where There Was Light And Warmth. They Didn't Know He Had Passed Them; Only He Knew. It Was A Secret Thing.

Mrs. Cole Was A Perfect Democrat. She Hated All Kids Equally.