"You know precisely what I mean." "I suppose, Kenny," said Garry fairly, "that a certain amount of romancing is for you the wine of existence.

Your wit's insistent and if a thing presents itself, tempting and warmly colored, you can't refuse it expression simply because it isn't true.

You must make a good story.

I've sometimes thought you'd have a qualm or two of conscience if you didn't, as if it's an artistic obligation you've ignored--to delight somebody's ears, even for a moment.

Perhaps you don't realize how far afield you travel.