It's Always Me, Isn't It? I'm Not

For My Part, My Interest In Paris Had Faded Away Completely Long Ago When I Learned That It Was In France.

I Enjoyed Watching Good-looking Idiots Looking At Each Other. A Great Spectator Sport.

In My Lifelong Study Of Human Beings, I Have Found That No Matter How Hard They Might Try, They Have Found No Way Yet To Prevent The Arrival Of Monday Morning. And They Do Try, Of Course, But Monday Always Comes, And All The Drones Have To Scuttle Back To Their Dreary Workaday Lives Of Meaningless Toil And Suffering.

...she Opened The Door Very Slowly And Carefully, Half Hiding Behind It, As If Badly Frightened Of What Might Be Waiting For Her On The Other Side. And Considering That It Was Me Waiting, This Showed Rare Common Sense.

In Its Own Way The Kiss Had Been An Act Of Murder.