When we were over, I told him to drive me out into the country.

As I had told him originally to drive for dear life down town, I suppose he thought me insane.

Perhaps I was, but in that case I am insane still.

I spent the morning looking at the first green leaves on Long Island.

I was sick of business; I wanted to throw it all up and break off short; I had money enough, or if I hadn't I ought to have.