In Just a Little One, Dorothy Parker distills a lifetime of wit, despair, and defiance into a single, unsteady cocktail-hour monologue. A woman, armed with charm and self-deprecation, insists she’s “not really drinking”, as her voice wavers between irony and heartbreak. Beneath the sparkling surface of repartee, Parker exposes the loneliness of modern urban life and the tragicomedy of self-awareness. This miniature masterpiece captures her gift for compressing a social world—its manners, hypocrisies, and private humiliations—into a single, devastating confession.