...experiences in these same woods that night. Even as I hurried along I was conscious of the feeling that for the first time in my life I knew what it was to live in two worlds — a woman's world and a man's. I turned and looked back at the Castle; the squares...

...in spite of his unhealthy pallor, was the strongest man in Petersham. I felt a little tremor as, for the first time in my life, I knew what it was to meet a possible enemy. A word from Margery, and Cousin Lon would know. I looked at her while, with...

...air was so disturbed over Korea that the machine pitched like a small boat in a heavy swell, and for the first time in my life I knew what it was to be seasick. As soon as I reached the straits, where an escort of Japanese destroyers was waiting for...

...weakling, or what — I wondered what; Then I started in to tell them, but when I tried to speak, For the first time in my life I knew, what it was to feel weak. It seemed my voice was soundless and my tongue was stiff and thick, I was I knew as helpless...

...out after a hard day, and my nerves must have reacted morbidly to the silence and the darkness. For the first time in my life I knew what it was to be afraid of the unknown, of the unseen; and while I bent over my book, in the glare of the electric...

...to beauty and mystery, and that we whispered very close to one another and hesitated and kissed. For the first time in my life I knew what it was to hold a sweet and living body in my arms and drink the passion of a kiss. In that moment all the diffused...

...said George, " I shall never forget my agitation over the arrival of a basket of food from Palma. For the first time in my life I knew what it was to be in great despair over small annoyances." To the difficulty of obtaining provisions was added the...

...its moving, that it required a strong arm to lift it. "Aliens — quelque chose de paysan !" And, for the first time in my life, I knew what it was to hear a piano sing.' One always fancied that the violin, depending for the very creation of its notes...

...other. I mined down deep into the murderous message of marijuana, the smoke of the assassins, and for the first time in my life I knew what it was to make your kicks. —Norman Mailer Advertisements for Myself extroverted than the shy-when-sober Kerouac....

...been touched, the mother bird might never come back. His gentleness was worse than a scolding. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was to do something irrevocably bad. For the rest of the day, there was no joy in anything— not in sitting...