He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.

The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.