Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.

There are some things (like first love and one’s first reviews) at which a woman in her middle years does not care to look too closely.

Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

Flora sighed. It was curious that persons who lived what the novelists called a rich emotional life always seemed to be a bit slow on the uptake.

I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.

Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?