poop.
"Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise..."
"They made rather pathetic ends, dear."
"Pathetic? To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious?"
"I think that would be taking your romantic sensibilities a little far."
© september 2003.