To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships. - O. Henry

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year — what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.