I'm tired of decorating a set where the shuttle-cock of conversation is worn thin, frayed, ragged! Where the battledore is fashionable scandal and the players half dead with ennui and their neighbour's wives----" "Duane!" "Oh, Lord, you're a world-wise graduate at twenty-two! Truth won't shock you, more's the pity....

As for the game--I'm done with it; I can't stand it.

The amusement I extract doesn't pay.

Good God! and you wonder why I kiss a few of you for distraction's sake, press a finger-tip or two, brush a waist with my sleeve!" He laughed unpleasantly, and bent forward in the darkness, clasped hands hanging between his knees.
"Duane," she said in astonishment, "what do you mean?
Are you trying to quarrel with me, just when, for the first time, something in this new forest country seemed to be drawing us together, making us the comrades we once were ?" "We're too old to be comrades.

That's book rubbish.