Suddenly, … he saw all this as romantic — the last legionary, his aloneness, the lost cause really lost — and instinctively he pulled in his paunch, stroked down his hair to cover the naked part of the scalp, and wiped the sweat off his cheeks.
I almost feel sorry for him. I mean, you can see that he has it bad—his eyes stay trained on my mother's mouth as she tilts the bottle back, watches as she swallows, as she licks her lips.
I'm writing this after 5:00 p.m., and I still don't know what to fix for dinner. Perhaps I should plead mageirocophobia tonight!
If thou dost break her virgin knot before[…]
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