Possible basis for my weltanschauung. That the childishness is never lost, but adulthood put like a veneer over it. We think inside like children, react, and have their desires. The outside manners are an absurd puff of conceit. |
FRI: My Book World |Erika Krouse's Tell Me Everything
TUES: A Writer's Wit | Vicki Baum
WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Somerset Maugham
THURS: A Writer's Wit | Shy: The Alarmingly Outspoken Memoirs of Mary Rodgers