He Was A Lovely Man In Many

A Book Is Simply The Container Of An Idea-like A Bottle; What Is Inside The Book Is What Matters.

And Each Stroke Of His Tongue Ripped Off Skin After Successive Skin, All The Skins Of A Life In The World, And Left Behind A Nascent Patina Of Shining Hairs. My Earrings Turned Back To Water And Trickled Down My Shoulders; I Shrugged The Drops Off My Beautiful Fur.

There Is A Striking Resemblance Between The Act Of Love And The Ministrations Of A Torturer.

Women's Sexy Underwear Is A Minor But Significant Growth Industry Of Late-twentieth-century Britain In The Twilight Of Capitalism.

Irish Was A Man Of Parts Even If Some Of Them Didn't Work Too Well.