It Was Always The Becoming He Dreamed

Grown Up, And That Is A Terribly Hard Thing To Do. It Is Much Easier To Skip It And Go From One Childhood To Another.

Life Is Progressive, No Matter What Our Intentions.

Have A Drink Tom And Then You Won't Feel So Foolish To Yourself.

Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty Of Succulent Illusions Fell Away From Me.

For Years Afterwards When Amory Thought Of Eleanor He Seemed Still To Hear The Wind Sobbing Around Him And Sending Little Chills Into The Places Beside His Heart. The Night When They Rode Up The Slope And Watched The Cold Moon Float Through The Clouds, He Lost A Further Part Of Him That Nothing Could Restore; And When He Lost It He Lost Also The Power Of Regretting It.