But what I really

But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although I’ve given you hints by the score of my regard. You like me. You wouldn’t waste time or paper on a being you didn’t like. But I think I’ve loved you since we met at your mother’s funeral. I … Read more

Quietly Sophronia added, And

Quietly Sophronia added, And the soot on my dress, sir? I didn’t see anything. Professor Braithwope smiled down at her, showing a small hint of fang. Sophronia grinned back. I’m glad we understand each other, sir. The vampire looked out into the night. This is the right finishing school for you, isn’t it, whot? Yes … Read more

Dance with me,’ Win

Dance with me,’ Win said. ‘I know I’m probably making a fool of myself. You’re probably thinking, how many times do I have to reject this guy? Can’t he take a hint?’ I shook my head. ‘But somehow I don’t even care. I see you in your red dress, standing by the punch table, and … Read more

Perhaps all our loves

Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse … Read more

Laughter to begin with

Laughter to begin with was probably glee at the misfortunes of others. The baring of the teeth in laughter hints at its savage ancestry. Animals have no malice, hence also no laughter. They never savor the sudden glory of Schadenfreude. It was its infectious quality that made of laughter a medium of mutuality. Eric Hoffer