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The World That Seemed So Various And New, Well, It Does Contract. One's Burning Desire To Investigate Human Behavior, And To Make, Or Imply, Statements About It, Does Fall Off. And So One Does Find That Early Works Are Full Of Energy And Also Full Of Vulgarity, Crudity, And Incompetence, And Later Works Are More Carefully Finished, And In That Sense Better Literary Products. But . . . There's Often A Freshness That Is Missing In Later Works--for Every Gain There's A Loss. I Think It Evens Out In That Way.

You'll Find That Marriage Is A Good Short Cut To The Truth. No, Not Quite That. A Way Of Doubling Back To The Truth. Another Thing You'll Find Is That The Years Of Illusion Aren't Those Of Adolescense, As The Grown-ups Try To Tell Us; They're The Ones Immediately After It, Say The Middle Twenties, The False Maturity If You Like, When You First Get Thoroughly Embroiled In Things And Lose Your Head. Your Age, By The Way, Jim. That's When You First Realize That Sex Is Important To Other People Besides Yourself. A Discovery Like That Can't Help Knocking You Off Balance For A Time.

The Human Race Has Not Devised Any Way Of Dissolving Barriers, Getting To Know The Other Chap Fast, Breaking The Ice, That Is One-tenth As Handy And Efficient As Letting You And The Other Chap, Or Chaps, Cease To Be Totally Sober At About The Same Rate In Agreeable Surroundings.

Wives And Such Are Constantly Filling Up Any Refrigerator They Have A Claim On, Even Its Ice-compartment, With Irrelevant Rubbish Like Food.

Death Has This Much To Be Said For It: You Don't Have To Get Out Of Bed For It. Wherever You Happen To Be They Bring It To You—free.