My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bight and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third — before long the best lines cancel out — and the secret is exposed at last; the panes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping that such famous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true.

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

Character is plot, plot is character.