I have a new passion, my darlings, a passion for being myself. Stirring and sloshing, rinsing and wiping, pouring and garnishing, with a fry cook's retention and an acrobat's timing, he virtually dances through his shift, skating, as it were, on the chunky ice he scoops with furious delicacy into each glass. The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. Every daydream that involves the past sports in its hatband a ticket to the grave. The gods do not limit men.
Men limit men.
A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. They say that February is the shortest month, but you know they could be wrong. Go back to beginning. Men quivered in her direction like compass needles in search of the magnetic north.