Indeed, the sole criticism of him was that he prolonged beyond the point of decency, his look of nuptial rapture and the vagueness which rendered him, in conversation, slightly stupid.

From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect."

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.

. . . as she moved from table to table, endeavoring to understand the [gambling] games, she realized that either her memory was at fault or Hollywood had carelessly added an apocryphal glitter and subtracted an essential gloom.

(My bounded brain was as) unalterable as a ball.