I often think of those delightful evenings in Paris. “Will you be moral and your species, or immoral and yourself? We’ve decided to be immoral. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. 1 through 1. Salvation. “I’m inclined to think, Stanley, myself that as a matter of fact it was the expurgated Romeo and Juliet did the mischief.
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