I'm Going Mad, I Told Myself. Let

Dearest Cecilia, You’d Be Forgiven For Thinking Me Mad, The Way I Acted This Afternoon. The Truth Is I Feel Rather Light Headed And Foolish In Your Presence, Cee, And I Don’t Think I Can Blame The Heat.

A Story Lives Transformed By A Gesture Not Made Or A Word Not Spoken

I Apologize For Being Obvious, But Every Time I Watch The Curtain Come Down On Even A Halfway Decent Production Of A Shakespeare Play I Feel A Little Sorrowful That I'll Never Know The Man, Or Any Man Of Such Warm Intelligence.

How Easily This Unthinking Family Love Was Forgotten.

...falling In Love Could Be Achieved In A Single Word—a Glance.