He was at the stage of a meal when one becomes philosophic.
I'm going to marry him. And if he thinks he can get divorced and married every two or three years in the approved Hollywood fashion, well, he never made a bigger mistake in his life. He's going to marry and stick to me.
Snapshots were handed round. The menace of coloured transparencies was in the offing. All the enthusiasts wanted to show their own pictures, but to get out of being forced to see other people's.
It is a theory of mine that one always gets what one wants.
Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.
Speech is the deadliest of revealers.' - Hercule Poirot, Cards on the Table.