She Refused To Be Bored Chiefly Because

Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has Nothing Else To Live For

Women Sometimes Seem To Share A Quiet, Unalterable Dogma Of Persecution That Endows Even The Most Sophisticated Of Them With The Inarticulate Poignancy Of The Peasant.

I Don’t Suppose I Really Know You Very Well - But I Know You Smell Like The Delicious Damp Grass That Grows Near Old Walls And That Your Hands Are Beautiful Opening Out Of Your Sleeves And That The Back Of Your Head Is A Mossy Sheltered Cave When There Is Trouble In The Wind And That My Cheek Just Fits The Depression In Your Shoulder.

The Flapper Awoke From Her Lethargy Of Sub-deb-ism, Bobbed Her Hair, Put On Her Choicest Pair Of Earrings And A Great Deal Of Audacity And Rouge And Went Into The Battle. She Flirted Because It Was Fun To Flirt And Wore A One-piece Bathing Suit Because She Had A Good Figure She Was Conscious That The Things She Did Were The Things She Had Always Wanted To Do. Mothers Disapproved Of Their Sons Taking The Flapper To Dances, To Teas, To Swim And Most Of All To Heart.

I'm Just Not The Same. Half Of Me Is Out There Looking For You And The Other Half Is Wishing I Didn't Have To." I Don't Want To Live - I Want To Love First, And Live Incidentally. Don't-don't Ever Think Of The Things You Can't Give Me-you've Trusted Me With The Dearest Heart Of All-and It's So Damn Much More Than Anybody Else In All The World Has Ever Had.