It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with grey turning, gold turning light.

“Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”

“They damned the books I read and the things I thought by calling them immoral; …”

“How do you do, Captain,” she said, unfastening her eyes from his with difficult…”

“Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty…”