. . . Companions Were To Be

Darling Girl, Blinded By Foolish Thoughts Of Love. How To Tell Her That The Hearts Of Men Were Not So Easily Won. If Won, Rarely Kept.

It's A Terrible Thing, Isn't It, The Way We Throw People Away?

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?

And Then He Was Kissing Her, And She Was Struck By His Nearness, His Solidity, His Smell. It Was Of The Garden And The Earth And The Sun. When Cassandra Opened Her Eyes, She Realized She Was Crying. She Wasn't Sad, Though, These Were The Tears Of Being Found, Of Having Come Home After A Long Time Away.

In Each Man's Heart There Lies A Hole. A Dark Abyss Of Need, The Filling Of Which Takes Precedence Over All Else.