If these two men thought of love it was only as bystanders, witnessing the pomp and panoply--favored phrase!--of Venus and her court from a curbstone, might have thought of it.

Doubtless they had had an affair here and there, over the broad face of the world, but there had never been any barbs on the arrows, thus easily plucked out.
"Sometimes, knowing that I shall never be rich, I have desired a title," remarked Fitzgerald humorously.
"And what would you do with it ?" curiously.
"Oh, I'd use it against porters, and waiters, and officials.

There's nothing like it.

I have observed a good deal.

It has a magic sound, like Orpheus' lyre; the stiffest back becomes supine at the first twinkle of it." "I should like to travel with you, Mr.Fitzgerald," said Breitmann musingly.