I'm happy when I see him, and happier still if the sun shines when we're together.
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot.
A person of fifty-four who is still so pedantic and small-minded must be so by nature, and will never improve.
He clings to his masculinity, his solitude and his feigned indif- ference so he can maintain his role, so he'll never, ever have to show his feelings. Poor Peter, how long can he keep it up? Won't he explode from this superhuman effort?
Father emptied a card file for Margot and me and filled it with index cards that are blank on one side. This is to become our reading file, in which Margot and I are supposed to note down the books we've read, the author and the date.
Yesterday was my unlucky day. I pricked my right thumb with the blunt end of a big needle.