I'm Gentleman Death In Silk And Lace,

Don't Let The Old Story Repeat Itself Now. Arm Yourself With All That's Happened.

... What I Fear In Writing Is The Safe Decision.

For Several Long Moments We Remained Locked Together, And I Think I Covered Her Hair With Small Sacred Kisses, Her Perfume Crucifying Me With Memories.

Mortal Beauty Often Makes Me Ache, And Mortal Grandeur Can Fill Me With That Longing...but Paris, Paris Drew Me Close To Her Heart, So I Forgot Myself Entirely. Forgot The Damned And Questing Preternatural Thing That Doted On Mortal Skin And Mortal Clothing. Paris Overwhelmed, And Lightened And Rewarded More Richly Than Any Promise.

It's So Easy To Persecute An Older, Overweight, Unwise, Crude, Ignorant Woman Who May Very Well Be A Good Person At Heart Who Has Achieved A Great Deal In Her Life. So Easy To Vilify Her And Hate Her And Try To Destroy Her Life. Woe To Anyone Today Who Is Not Slender, Young, Clever And Politically Correct.