I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

“All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.”

“Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillat…”

“He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sle…”

“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who …”