You just live beautifully, because you're made differently from all of us.

So you do for me what no preachers could ever do.

There--now you know." He lay back, puffing violently at his cigarette.
"It is strange," Valentine said, seeing he had finished.

"You know, to live as I do is no effort to me, and so it is absurd to praise me." "I won't praise you, but it's outrageous of you to want to feel as I and other men feel." "Is it?
I don't think so.

I think it is very natural.