In New York, one must collapse to be indolent.
At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.
Sometimes "Yes" is rhetoric enough.
I pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.
Getting ready: the show girl scratches her breast and shakes out her feathers.
Other people's beliefs may be myths, but not mine.