She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.