I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswire across his character and disposition and general outlook. With some men it's secret and we never know it's there until they strike us in the dark one night.

“Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actu…”

“It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn gli…”

“But he knew that he was in Daisy's house by a colossal accident. However glorio…”

“you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked.LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody love…”