Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.
I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.
Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.
Oh, comfortable cocoa!
I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.
It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.