MAN AND MAID By ELINOR GLYN A. L. BURT COMPANY Publishers New York Published by arrangement with J. B. Lippincott Company Printed in U.S.A. |
COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY ELINOR GLYN
February, 1918.
I am sick of my life—The war has robbed it of all that a young man canfind of joy.
I look at my mutilated face before I replace the black patch over theleft eye, and I realize that, with my crooked shoulder, and the leg gonefrom the right knee downwards, that no woman can feel emotion for meagain in this world.
So be it—I must be a philosopher.
Mercifully I have no near relations—Mercifully I am still very rich,mercifully I can buy love when I require it, which under thecircumstances, is not often.
Why do people write journals? Because human nature is filled withegotism. There is nothing so interesting to oneself as oneself; andjournals cannot yawn in one's face, no matter how lengthy the expressionof one's feelings may be!
A clean white page is a sympathetic thing, waiting there to receiveone's impressions!
Suzette supped with me, here in my appartement last night—When shehad gone I felt a beast. I had found her attractive on Wednesday, and6after an excellent lunch, and two Benedictines, I was able to persuademyself th