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This book is fiction, but there is always a chance that such a work of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

Vice is a wonderful thing, Catherine said. The people who go in for it seem to have good taste about it.

She was sick and when she was sick she was sick as Southern women are sick.

Isn't love any fun? Marjorie said. No, Nick said.

Poor goddamned rummies,' Marie said. 'I pity a rummy.' 'He's a lucky rummy.' 'There ain't any lucky rummies,' Marie said. 'You know that, Harry.' 'No,' I said. 'I guess there aren't.

The cat is the best anarchist.

I told the boy I was a strange old man," he said. "Now is when I must prove it.

He whispered this last so low that it was inaudible to anyone that did not love you.

I understand. That's the trouble. I understand. I'll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I'll understand. You don't have to worry about that.

Only suckers worry. But he can knock the worry if he takes a Scotch and soda. The hell with what the doctor says. So he rings for one and the steward comes sleepily, and as he drinks it, the speculator is not a sucker now; except for death.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.

How can there be solidarity of workers with fools like you?

Dentuso, he thought. Bad luck to your mother.

If a good woman isn't a little bit Bitchy sometimes, it is just as though Dijon mustard didn't have any taste.

I love your beard," Catherine said. "It's a great success. It looks so stiff and fierce and it's very soft and a great pleasure.

Hem,' he said, and I knew he was a critic now, since, in conversation, they put your name at the beginning of a sentence rather than at the end.

If the boy was here he would wet the coils of line, he thought. Yes. If the boy were here. If the boy were here.

Just take that beautiful body down below, will you?" Wilson said. "I'm sure you'll get the lady to sleep." "You swine," the man said. "You rotten swine." "Can't you think up any other names?" Frank said. "Swine's getting awfully dull. You better go down below before you catch cold. If I had a wonderful chest like that I wouldn't risk it out here on a windy night like this.

more than shame he felt cold, hollow fear in him. The fear was still there like a cold slimy hollow in all the emptiness where once his confidence had been and it made him feel sick. It was still there with him now. It

What simplicity," the scarred-faced brother, who was called Andrés, said. "And how do you explode them?

I have never seen a man who lost the blood from his face so fast, and I wondered where it went

And tell me, who is the greatest writer in America? My husband, said my wife.

This is all very dull, I would not state it except that you ask for it.

I wondered...if there should be anything wrong with Sen. Joe McCarthy (Republican) of Wisconsin which a .577 solid would not cure.