It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.

Of course all life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work-the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside-the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don't show their effect all at once. There is another sort of blow that comes from within-that you don't feel until it's too late to do anything about it, until you realize with finality that in some regard you will never be as good a man again. The first sort of breakage seems to happen quick-the second kind happens almost without your knowing it but is realized suddenly indeed.

Whatever I am, you did it.

Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.