We are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want any one to know or than we know ourselves.

“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but …”

“I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhe…”

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

“Look here, old sport," he broke out surprisingly. "What's your opinion of me, a…”