Life Is Cruel And We Do Terrible

Oh, But It Was Splendid The Things Women Were Doing For Men All The Time, Thought Jane. Making Them Feel, Perhaps Sometimes By No More Than A Casual Glance, That They Were Loved And Admired And Desired When They Were Worthy Of None Of These Things - Enabling Them To Preen Themselves And Puff Out Their Plumage Like Birds And Bask In The Sunshine Of Love, Real Or Imagined, It Didn't Matter Which.

I Love Evensong. There's Something Sad And Essentially English About It.

Once Outside The Magic Circle The Writers Became Their Lonely Selves, Pondering On Poems, Observing Their Fellow Men Ruthlessly, Putting People They Knew Into Novels; No Wonder They Were Without Friends.

I Stretched Out My Hand Towards The Little Bookshelf Where I Kept Cookery And Devotional Books, The Most Comfortable Bedside Reading.

What A Good Thing There Is No Marriage Or Giving In Marriage In The After-life; It Will Certainly Help To Smooth Things Out.