a quote
reading a new book
chapter 6 opens...
Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk. I admit it, I grieved. Perhaps I am a fool to have expected Cordelia to stay. (Well, yes, I am a fool- don't be overly clever, eh? It's annoying.) But for the most of my manly years she had been the lash on my back, the bait to my loins, and the balm of my imagination-my torment, my tonic my fever, my curse. I ache for her.
I love words.
chapter 6 opens...
Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk. I admit it, I grieved. Perhaps I am a fool to have expected Cordelia to stay. (Well, yes, I am a fool- don't be overly clever, eh? It's annoying.) But for the most of my manly years she had been the lash on my back, the bait to my loins, and the balm of my imagination-my torment, my tonic my fever, my curse. I ache for her.
I love words.

