12/23 Ask any man who's been chivied about to all the ends of the earth and back again. He can tell you something about, chance, but I doubt if he swears much by fate. Chance--oh Lord, don't I know it!--chance takes you up and plays with you, pleases you or teases you, and drops you when she's tired of you. Like--some ladies of our acquaintance, and you're none the worse for it, not you! Fate looks devilish well after you, loves you or hates you, and in either case sticks to you and ruins you. |