I'm not much like myself any more.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.
But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.