January, the Monday of months....
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Was everyone followed in the moonlight?
I like temperamental men.' 'There aren't any. Men don't know how to be really angry or really happy-- and the ones that do, go to pieces.
To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage.
Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow and freshness to her vanishing beauty.
Of course I've got one--a man can't live without a moral code. Mine is that I'm against the burning of witches. Whenever they burn a witch I get all hot under the collar.