(I'm glad it's not _only_ the women.

Jerry isn't a bit of a flirt.

I will say that much for him.

At any rate, if he does flirt, he flirts just as desperately with old Judge Randlett as he does with the newest and prettiest _debutante_: with serene impartiality he bestows upon each the same glances, the same wit, the same adorable charm.) Praise, attention, applause, music, laughter, lights--they are the breath of life to him.

Without them he would--But, there, he never _is_ without them, so I don't know what he would be.
After all, I suspect that it's just that Jerry still loves the ice-cream and the sunsets, and I don't.