“Up close, she could see the sharp, cold, look that she constantly shot at Mr. Treviso, particularly when there was a break, and she was waiting to come in. It shattered illusion for Mildred. She preferred to remain at a… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
A shattered illusion is a sorrowful experience; but a life without illusion is a sorrowful life — Jose Narosky Copy Share Image
