Will You Please Be Quiet, Please? (Vintage Classics)

He tried to see everything, save it for later.

He would coax the dog into the car undetected and, on some pretext or another, go out. Yet he hated to think of the way Betty would lower her eyes as she watched him dress, and then, later, just before he went out the door, ask him where, how long, etc, in a resigned voice that made him feel all the worse. He could never get used to the lying. Besi

The waiter looked amazed and then perplexed.

Then suddenly he knew! His mind buckled. For a minute he could only stare dumbly at his hands. He knew! His mind roared with the knowing.

He felt relieved making the decision. Any action was better than no action at all, he was becoming convinced.

Her eyes were large and seemed to take in everything at a glance.

On his wife’s clothesline, strung up between the two sugar pines, sheets and blankets popped shotlike in the wind.

Her breath produced itself on the glass, then went away.

But when you’re depressed, it shows all over you, even the way you light a cigarette.