'When he asked her if she liked
strawberries. 'Yes.' 'When they come'
'They're already here.'
'Badly moulded, though red and smooth'
'Blood red ray in the spectrum of her young life'
'My beauty'
'no louder than the hopping of a bird and finally died away'
'The wrong man the woman, the wrong woman, the man'
'Why was it that upon this beautiful, feminine tissue, sensitive as
gossamer and practically blank as snow yet, there had traced such a
coarse pattern as it was doomed to recieve'