“Truth”—says the truism—”has a scratched face.”
the story of that scratch.
Mary Dorcey – I Cannot Love You as You Want to be Loved
I cannot love you
as you want to be loved—
If I could only live at the pitch
that is near madness, Eberhart wrote
but there was his wife Betty hanging onto
his coattails for dear life to the end of her life.