"There's Marylyn De Witt--she's pretty, got a car of her own and that's damn convenient; there's Sally Weatherby--she's getting too fat; there's Myra St.Claire, she's an old flame, easy to kiss if you like it--" "What line do you throw 'em ?" demanded Kerry.

"I've tried everything, and the mad wags aren't even afraid of me." "You're the 'nice boy' type," suggested Amory.
"That's just it.

Mother always feels the girl is safe if she's with me.
Honestly, it's annoying.

If I start to hold somebody's hand, they laugh at me, and let me, just as if it wasn't part of them.

As soon as I get hold of a hand they sort of disconnect it from the rest of them." "Sulk," suggested Amory.