I couldn't help thinkin' if she was as far out o' town as she was out o' tune, she wouldn't get back in a day.
In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whateve...
