Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely

In The End, I Always Act From The Heart, Even If I Also Value Reason And Tradition. I Wish I Could Explain Why, But I Don't Know.

It Touched Me To Be Trusted With Something Terrible.

I've Read There Is No Such Thing As A Single Tear, That Old Poetic Trope. And Perhaps There Isn't, Since Hers Was Simply A Companion To My Own.

He Brought His Great Hand To Rest On An Early Edition Of Bram Stoker's Novel And Smiled, But Said Nothing. Then He Moved Quietly Away Into Another Section.

Festina Lente (hurry In Slowly)