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I’m old, tired and full of no coffee. What can I do for you, sir?
The next hour was three hours long.
frowst.
The first sensation was that if anybody spoke harshly to me I should burst out crying. The second, that the room was too small for my head.
“What a lot of different girls you are.
I wouldn’t say she looked exactly wistful, but neither did she look as hard to get as a controlling interest in General Motors.
When a woman is a really good driver she is just about perfect.
I picked up the key and my suitcase and left them. A little more of that and I’d be falling in love with myself. I might even give myself a small unpretentious diamond ring.
The men with them looked gray and tired, probably from signing checks.
“I think you need a good lawyer.” “That’s a contradiction in terms,”
“You’re not Mex?” “I’m part Chinese, part Hawaiian, part Filipino, and part nigger. You’d hate to be me.”
He was talking too much. People with unstable nerves are like that. One moment monosyllables, next moment a flood.
Javonen smiled—very slightly. Call it a down payment on a smile.
“Military Intelligence is an expression which contains an interior fallacy.
how can I imagine a hell in which a baby that died before baptism occupies the same degraded position as a hired killer or a Nazi death-camp commandant or a member of the Politburo?
Women have so few defenses, but they certainly perform wonders with those they have.
“How can such a hard man be so gentle?” she asked wonderingly. “If I wasn’t hard, I wouldn’t be alive. If I couldn’t ever be gentle, I wouldn’t deserve to be alive.”
