To Each Our Own Hamlet.

He Set Fire To Some Potatoes, Then Cooked Some Undelivered Post In The Embers." - Dad "did He Now? What A Strange Fellow. I Would Have Done It The Other Way Around." - Stafford

I'll Tell You What Love Is" I Said, "it Is Blind Devotion, Unquestioning Self Humiliation, Utter Submission, Trust And Belief Against Yourself And Against The Whole World, Giving Up Your Heart And Soul To The Smiter.

He Spent His Life Immersed In Books To The Cost Of Everything Else, Even Personal Relationships. "friends," He'd Once Said, "are Probably Great, But I Have Forty Thousands Friends Of My Own Already, And Each Of Them Needs My Attention.

She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.

I Collect Ex-boyfriends -- And More Than Five, At Last Count.