{"product_id":"9781508019695","title":"Man and Maid","description":"\u003cp\u003eFebruary, 1918.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI am sick of my life—The war has robbed it of all that a young man can find of joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI look at my mutilated face before I replace the black patch over the left eye, and I realize that, with my crooked shoulder, and the leg gone from the right knee downwards, that no woman can feel emotion for me again in this world.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eSo be it—I must be a philosopher.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eMercifully I have no near relations—Mercifully I am still very rich, mercifully I can buy love when I require it, which under the circumstances, is not often.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eWhy do people write journals? Because human nature is filled with egotism. There is nothing so interesting to oneself as oneself; and journals cannot yawn in one's face, no matter how lengthy the expression of one's feelings may be!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eA clean white page is a sympathetic thing, waiting there to receive one's impressions!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eSuzette supped with me, here in my appartement last night—When she had gone I felt a beast. I had found her attractive on Wednesday, and after an excellent lunch, and two Benedictines, I was able to persuade myself that her tenderness and passion were real, and not the result of some thousands of francs,—And then when she left I saw my face in the glass without the patch over the socket, and a profound depression fell upon me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eIs it because I am such a mixture that I am this rotten creature?—An American grandmother, a French mother, and an English father. Paris—Eton—Cannes—Continuous traveling. Some years of living and enjoying a rich orphan's life.—The war—fighting—a zest hitherto undreamed of—unconsciousness—agony—and then?—well now Paris again for special treatment.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eWhy do I write this down? For posterity to take up the threads correctly?—Why?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eFrom some architectural sense in me which must make a beginning, even of a journal, for my eyes alone, start upon a solid basis?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI know not—and care not.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eThree charming creatures are coming to have tea with me to-day. They had heard of my loneliness and my savageness from Maurice—They burn to give me their sympathy—and have tea with plenty of sugar in it—and chocolate cake.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eI used to wonder in my salad days what the brains of women were made of—when they have brains!—The cleverest of them are generally devoid of a logical sense, and they seldom understand the relative value of things, but they make the charm of life, for one reason or another.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eWhen I have seen these three I will dissect them. A divorcée—a war widow of two years—and the third with a husband fighting.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eAll, Maurice assures me, ready for anything, and highly attractive. It will do me a great deal of good, he protests. We shall see.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003eNight. They came, with Maurice and Alwood Chester, of the American Red Cross. They gave little shrill screams of admiration for the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"Quel endroit delicieux!—What boiserie! English?—Yes, of course, English dix-septième, one could see—What silver!—and cleaned—And everything of a chic!—And the hermit so séduisant with his air maussade!—Hein.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"Yes, the war is much too long—One has given of one's time in the first year—but now, really, fatigue has overcome one!—and surely after the spring offensive peace must come soon—and one must live!\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Dodo Collections","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47175837810928,"sku":"9781508019695","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781508019695_p0.jpg?v=1763720959","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781508019695","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}