There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--

“It is the custom to look back on ourselves of the boom days with a disapproval …”

“Even when the east excited me most, even when I was keenly aware of its superio…”

“They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profou…”

“Another sigh came from the window-- quite a resigned sigh. 'She's life and hope…”