For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must simply say what one felt.

“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets old…”

“Lord, how unutterably disgusting life is! What dirty tricks it plays us, one mo…”

“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull …”

“Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum …”