giving a flavor to them,
sometimes giving many flavors to them, sometimes giving many
contradictions to them, sometimes keeping a confusion in them and some
of them never make it come right inside them. Mostly all of them in
their later living come to the repeating that old age gives almost
always to every one and then the fundamental nature of them comes out
more and more in them and more and more we get to know it in them the
fundamental nature in each one of them.

Always all the men and women all around have in them some one of the
many kinds of men and women that have each one of them many millions
made like them, always all the men and women all around have it in them
to have one fundamental nature in them and other kinds of nature are
mixed up in them with this kind of nature in them so it takes all the
knowing one can learn with all the living to ever know it about any one
around them the fundamental nature of them and how everything is mixed
up in them.

As I was saying the mixture in them of other kinds of nature to them
gives a flavor to some kinds of them to some kinds of men and some kinds
of women, makes a group of them that have to them flavor as more
important in them than the fundamental nature in them and the kind of
thinking and feeling that goes with the fundamental nature in them. The
flavor in them is real inside them more real to them than the
fundamental nature in them, the flavor the other kinds of nature mixed
up in them give to them. To many of such a kind of them the flavor is to
them the reallest thing in them, the reallest thing about them, and this
is a history of many of such of them.

In this book there will be discussion of pairs of people and their
relation, short sketches of innumerable ones, Ollie, Paul; Paul,
Fernande; Larr and me, Jane and me, Hattie and Ollie, Margaret and
Phillip, Claudel and Mrs. Claudel, Claudel and Martin, Maurice and Jane,
Helen and John, everybody I know, Murdock and Elise, Larr and Elise,
Larr and Marie, Jenny Fox and me, Sadie and Julia, everybody I can think
of ever, narrative after narrative of pairs of people, Martin and Mrs.
Herford, Bremer and Hattie, Jane and Nellie, Henrietta and Jane and some
one and another one, everybody Michael and us and Victor Herbert,
Farmert and us, Bessie Hessel and me.

Some one if they dreamed that their mother was dead when they woke up
would not put on mourning. Some if they believed in dreams as much as
the one wh