The Corridor Couldn't Have Smelled More Strongly

The Corridor Couldn't Have Smelled More Strongly Of Fish Guts If We Had Actually Been Inside A Fish.

We All Know That A Winter Scene, Though It May Be Covered Over One Day, With Even The Trees Dressed In Shawls Of Snow, Will Be Unrecognizable The Following Spring. Yet I Never Imagined Such A Thing Could Occur Within Our Very Selves.

Memoirs Give The Knowledge About The Author And His Environment. They Are Different From Biography. Memoirs Do Not Get Ahead, And The Man Who Writes A Biography Looks At His Future Like At A Very Simple Thing.

A Geisha Has Studied A Man's Moods And His Seasons. She Fusses And He Blooms.

Autobiography, If There Really Is Such A Thing, Is Like Asking A Rabbit To Tell Us What He Looks Like Hopping Through The Grasses Of The Field. How Would He Know? If We Want To Hear About The Field On The Other Hand, No One Is In A Better Circumstance To Tell Us-so Long As We Keep In Mind That We Are Missing All Those Things The Rabbit Was In No Position To Observe.