Till gradually he became desperate, lost his understanding, was plunged in a revolt that knew no bounds. Inarticulate, he moved with her at the Marsh in violent, gloomy, wordless passion, almost in hatred of her.

He felt again irresistibly drawn to her. He felt there was a secret bond, a secret thread between him and her, something very exclusive, which shut out everybody else and made him and her possess each other in secret.

Don't you REALLY WANT to get married?

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

If only you could tell them that living and spending isn't the same thing.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?