the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
My life is spent in a perpetual alternation between two rhythms, the rhythm of attracting people for fear that I may be lonely, and the rhythm of trying to get rid of them because I know that I am bored.
— C. E. M. Joad
— C. E. M. Joad