The Vehemence Of My Moral Indignation Surprised

The Vehemence Of My Moral Indignation Surprised Me. Was I Beginning To Have Standards And Principles, And, Oh Dear, Scruples? What Were They, And What Would I Do With Them, And How Much Were They Going To Get In My Way?

Oh, Teddy, Darling, Thank You, Thank You, For Restoring My Cynicism. I Was Too Young To Lose It.

It's Difficult To Explain, But I Just Somehow Feel That I Never Really *have* Lived; That I Never Really Will Live--exist Or Whatever--in The Sense That Other People Do. It Drives Me Crazy. I Was Terribly Aware Of It All Those Nights Waiting For You In The Ritz Bar Looking Around At What Seemed To Be Real Grown-up Lives. I Just Find Everybody Else's Life Surrounded By Plate Glass. I Mean I'd Like To Break Through It Just Once And Actually Touch One.

That's My Answer To The Question What Is Your Strongest Emotion, If You Ever Want To Ask Me: Curiosity, Old Bean. Curiosity Every Time.

A Rowdy Bunch On The Whole, They Were Most Of Them So Violently Individualistic As To Be Practically Interchangeable.