Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.
You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
Be a damn fire eater now. He'd seen it in the war work the same way. More of a change than any loss of virginity. Fear gone like an operation. Something else grew in its place. Main thing a man had. Made him into a man. Women knew it too. No bloody fear.
I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast - talk them or write them down.
A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.
All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.