Proscription, Martial Law, The Billeting Of The

You Mustn't Force Sex To Do The Work Of Love Or Love To Do The Work Of Sex.

The Crucifixion And Other Historical Precedents Notwithstanding, Many Of Us Still Believe That Outstanding Goodness Is A Kind Of Armor, That Virtue, Seen Plain And Bare, Gives Pause To Criminality. But Perhaps It Is The Other Way Around.

The American Character Looks Always As If It Had Just Had A Rather Bad Haircut, Which Gives It, In Our Eyes At Any Rate, A Greater Humanity Than The European, Which Even Among Its Beggars Has All Too Much A Professional Air.

Laughter Is The Great Antidote For Self-pity, Maybe A Specific For The Malady, Yet Probably It Does Tend To Dry One's Feelings Out A Little, As If By Exposing Them To A Vigorous Wind.

The Erotic Element Always Present In Fashion, The Kiss Of Loving Labor On The Body, Is Now Overtly Expressed By Language. Belts Hug Or Clasp; Necklines Plunge; Jerseys Bind. The Word Exciting Tingles Everywhere.