I was looking at it again, through Daisy’s eyes.
It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

“I must hold in balance the sense of the futility of effort and the sense of the…”

“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something ve…”

“Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches a…”

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”