It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. But it is easy to sigh. Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.

But whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.

Betty took him for a walk in the zoo and he was amused by her evident belief in the curative power of animals. She seemed to think that it must steady him to look at a buffalo.

He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.

Prayers for the condemned man will be offered on an adding machine. Numbers constitute the only universal language.

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.