The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.
Delight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour' 'Well, it's bloody close...' 'Well, they often are....
He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.
I can’t bear the smell of cigars, can you?” said Lady Partridge. “Lionel hates it too,” murmured Rachel. As did Nick, to whom the dry lavatorial stench of cigars signified the inexplicable confidence of other men’s tastes and habits, and th...
