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"Lord, I never noticed before - until I got this chance to get off and

think of it - what a damned bother women are," Honey Smith said one day

"Of all the sexes that roae Ade says, I like them

least What asoto be waited on, always

dropping things, always so

such footless questions and never hearing you when you answer the They're a different

kind of critter, that's all there is to it; they're amateurs at life

They're a failure as a sex and an outworn convention anyway Myself, I' them to the scrap-heap Votes for ations of their temperaments and

characters, the others strenuously concurred

Their days, crowded to the brim ork, passed so swiftly that they

scarcely noticed their flight Their nights, filled with a sleep that

in brother to Death, sees were lively with the ht his encyclopedic book knowledge, his

insatiable curiosity about life; Ralph Addington all the garnered

richness of his acute observation; Billy Fairfax his acquaintance with

the elect of the society or of the art world, his quiet, deferential

attitude of listener But the events of these conversational orgies were

Honey Smith's adventures and Pete Murphy's roht froy