I'll Drink Your Champagne. I'll Drink Every

We Both Fitted. If Our Corners Were Not Rubbed Off They Were At Least Pulled In. But Deep In Us Both Was Something That Made Us Require More For Happiness. I Didn't Know What I Wanted

...one Emotion After Another Crept Into Her Face Like Objects Into A Slowly Developing Picture.

Feel Like Criticizing Any One," He Told Me, "just Remember

Don't Forget Who You Are And Where You Come From.

How The Unforgettable Faces Of Dusk Would Blend To Her, The Myriad Footsteps, A Thousand Overtures, Would Blend To Her Footsteps; And There Would Be More Drunkenness Than Wine In The Softness Of Her Eyes On His.