When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world and droop. Sick of its business of its pleasures tired how gracious how benign is solitude.
When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.
I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my...
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At home, I hardly ever leave London. I don't like the countryside in...
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