Trapped like a trap in a trap

Like many a better one before me, I have gone down under the force of numbers, under the books and books and books that keep coming out and coming out and coming out, shoals of them, spates of them, flash floods of them, too blame many books, and no sign of an end.

Work is the province of cattle.

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

Women and elephants never forget.

Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.

Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.