The song 'Some Other Time...' is full of emotion. In wartime, it had a tremendously poignant feeling.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

Broadway's not what it used to be.

At the Brooklyn Ethical Culture School, we learned to express ourselves, and I've been expressing myself ever since.

Come, sir, come,
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,
And give you to the gods.

We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.