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Some Of The Food In Liquor Is Food I've Really Eaten Filtered Through A Veil Of Fiction.

It Was Like Discovering That Your Innermost Fires And Terrors, The Things You Believed No One Else Could Fathom, Were In Fact The Basis Of A Recognized Philosophy. Some Part Of You Felt Intimately Invaded, Threatened; Some Other Part Fell To Its Knees And Sobbed In Gratitude That It Was No Longer Alone.

Some Nights Are Made For Torture, Or Reflection, Or The Savoring Of Loneliness.

This Is The Point Being Missed By Readers Who Lament Liquor's Lack Of Hot Sex Scenes, Probably Because They Aren't Old Enough To Understand That A Passionate Relationship Could Be About Anything Other Than Sex.

I'd Much Rather Do An Obviously Commercial Writing Project Than Get A Day Job.