By Rights You're A King. If I

East Is East, And West Is San Francisco

Inject A Few Raisins Of Conversation Into The Tasteless Dough Of Existence.

I've Got Some Of My Best Yarns From Park Benches, Lamp Posts And Newspaper Stands.

Greenwich Village... The Village Of Low Rents And High Arts.

She Had Become So Thoroughly Annealed Into His Life That She Was Like The Air He Breathed--necessary But Scarcely Noticed.