She Went On Because There Was No

His Thoughts Inhabit A Different Plane From Those Of Ordinary Men; The Simplest Interpretation Of That Is To Call Him Crazy.

The Greatest Tales, Well Told, Awaken The Fears And Longings Of The Listeners. Each Man Hears A Different Story. Each Is Touched By It According To His Inner Self. The Words Go To The Ear, But The True Message Travels Straight To The Spirit.

If She Were Here I Wouldn't Be Able To Keep My Hands Off Her. I Would Hold Her So Close She'd Beg Me To Let Her Breathe. I'd Kiss Her So Hard She'd Plead For Mercy. I'd Unfasten Her Clothing And Lie With Her Onthat Hard Bed, And What Was Between Us Would Be As Far Above The Ordinary Congress Between Man And Woman As The Stars Are Above Their Pale Reflections In The Lake Below.

How Could You Not Know?" His Voice Was Full Of Wonderment. "you Changed Me Utterly. You Were Like A...like A Bright, Wonderful Bloom In A Garden Full Of Weeds. Like A Graceful Capital On A Page Of Plain Script, A Letter Decorated With The Deepest, Finest Colors In All Erin. Like A Flame, Caitrin. Like A Song.

There Was So Much Of Beauty Here: The Neat, Small Tracks Of A Foraging Creature, Stoat Or Marten; The Inticate Tracery Of A Skeleton Leaf, Still Clinging Vainly To Its Parent Tree As, Little By Little, Time Stripped It Of Its Substance, Leaving Only The Delicate Remembrance Of What It Had Been.