Oh, Darling, You Will Be Good To

The Bicycle Riders Drank Much Wine, And Were Burned And Browned By The Sun. They Did Not Take The Race Seriously Except Among Themselves.

Fear Of Death Increases In Exact Proportion To Increase In Wealth.

We Ate Well And Cheaply And Drank Well And Cheaply And Slept Well And Warm Together And Loved Each Other.

A Bottle Of Wine Was Good Company.

I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.