There is no plummet to sound another's soul.

A lady, that is an enlightened, cultivated, liberal lady - the only kind to be in a time of increasing classlessness - could espouse any cause: wayward girls, social diseases, unmarried mothers, and/or birth control with impunity. But never by so much as the shadow of a look should she acknowledge her own experience with the Facts of Life.

I can understand that memory must be selective, else it would choke on the glut of experience. What I cannot understand is why it selects what it does.

There is no plummet to sound another's soul.

In Reno, there is always a bull market, never a bear market, for the stocks and bonds of happiness.

Perhaps it is the expediency in the political eye that blinds it.

Words have their genealogy, their history, their economy, their literature, their art and music, as too they have their weddings and divorces, their successes and defeats, their fevers, their undiagnosable ailments, their sudden deaths. They also have their moral and social distinctions.