Book: The lights went out

Bessie didn't award it any more one word. She knew that in this way outright overpower her opponents, noble ladies, and the woman who works in a first-rate bar, is already possible to say, ten minutes to noble.

A woman can forgive a man who destroyed her work, it is the whole of her life, if only he gives her love; a man can forgive all who will destroy his only love, but will never forgive the destruction of their work.

[Nilgau performed "the Pilot on the Ganges"]
- And why it's such rubbish disturbs the soul? said dick, when a Friend from his knees to his chest.
- Despite what soul said Torpenhow.
The soul of a man who went to look at the sea, said Nilgau.
I didn't know that it will thrill me so deeply.
Is saying all men before parting with a woman. But it's easier to break up with three women, than with the meaning of his life and with his element.
- Yes because a woman can become... almost blurted out dick.
- The meaning of life, - said Torpenhow. - No, it is not given. - His expression slid a dark shadow. - She keeps saying about his compassion and desire to help in the work and all what a man can easily control himself. Then she sends five notes a day, asking why it's bad boy sort, not sitting beside it, do not lose precious time.

Hardly girls are at least vaguely aware of what life is men. No, do not guess, otherwise... they wouldn't marry us marry.

- The man with the iron health does not even know whether he had liver. Simply I'm a little alarmed at the General state of Affairs. Perhaps the soul is not there.
- The man with the iron health does not even know whether he had a soul. And why are you such a luxury?

My friend, my baby, never try to be like the man. People wayward, vile, and their actions often lack any common sense.

With me a thousand good men
And I will humble them,
He said. - Over the Secret of my fortresses
Nine are over Tillam three.
But what am I to these people, the hero,
I to high your fortresses? -
She said. - Will you follow me
And be obedient to my will.

.... head of Department of illustrations in this lame magazine said that subscribers wouldn't like that. My soldier too fierce, and crude, and violent - like a man who fights for his life, is gentle as a lamb. Preferably something more peaceful, and bright colors. I could have a lot to say in this matter, but it makes more sense to speak with the ass than with the head of Department of illustrations. I took back his "Last shot". And look what you did! I dressed soldier in a red uniform, brand new, spotless. And now it's Art. I have put him in boots that are bold have newaxis, - notice how they glisten. It is also an Art. I cleaned him the rifle because the rifle in war is always thoroughly cleaned, it also requires the Art. I kicked his helmet - so definitely do in the midst of the fighting, and without this it is impossible to do in Art. I shaved him, washed his hands, gave a full, prosperous look. Left picture from the album of the military tailor. Price, praise God, has doubled against the original, very reasonable.

"Yes," said dick, after a pause - I love the power, love of pleasure, love sensation, but most of all love money. I am ready to love people that create the sensation and pay the money. Almost.

There is no greater humiliation than to fall into the hands of a man who can make his victim all he likes, but to beat her and not thinking.

"If I give you to understand that I urgently need money, my job is dead, he told himself. - Eventually I will prevail." Out loud he said:
- Don't worry. By the way, I'm leaving for a month out of town. Wait until I get back there I'll pay you back.

- A remarkable phenomenon, ' said Torpenhow, adjusting been slipped over her blanket. - Here is a man who, in all likelihood, little different from all the others, and he repeats the name of one woman. I have been listening to your life nonsense... dick, drink lepucki.
Thank you, Maisie, ' said dick.

People who are usually difficult to shed at least one tear, crying uncontrollably when we burst out the deep sources hidden in their souls.

... We all live Islands shouting to each other lies in the ocean of misunderstandings.