As he contemplated marriage, he wondered how he ended up like this. After all, he rather fancied the padre.
Tennyson dreamed of a classical torso somewhat fragmented,
Dickens just dreamed.
Hanif Kureishi was just glad he was neither a soldier or a lawyer.
Shakespeare dreamed of a Longshanks as if he too were part of the music.
Falstaff thought he had it all because his shanks were short and fulsome.
Man. The reading ape.
With much love
Steven xxxxx
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