If There Were No Girls Like Them

The World Is Little, People Are Little, Human Life Is Little. There Is Only One Big Thing — Desire.

I've Seen It Before. There Are Women Who Spread Ruin Through No Fault Of Theirs, Just By Being Too Beautiful, Too Ful Of Life And Love. They Can't Help It. Poeple Come To Them As People Go To A Warm Fire In Winter.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.

This Is Reality, Whether You Like It Or Not--all Those Frivolities Of Summer, The Light And Shadow, The Living Mask Of Green That Trembled Over Everything, They Were Lies, And This Is What Was Underneath. This Is The Truth.

I Tell You There Is Such A Thing As Creative Hate.