A blonde girl wearing a man's shirt but in all other visible respects unmanly to the point of outright effeminacy.

He was of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church he currently did not attend was Catholic.

Feeling a tremendous rakehell, and not liking myself much for it, and feeling rather a good chap for not liking myself much for it, and not liking myself at all for feeling rather a good chap.

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.

Never despise a drink because it is easy to make and/or uses commercial mixes. Unquestioning devotion to authenticity is, in any department of life, a mark of the naive - or worse.

If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.

Your attitude measures up to the two requirements of love. You want to go to bed with her and can't, and you don't know her very well. Ignorance of the other person topped up with deprivation, Jim. You fit the formula all right, and what's more you want to go on fitting it.