The rain is the only soothing thing in the night.
Maybe I’ll turn on the radio to the classical music
Or the sappy love songs that let me dream of… 196 more words
‘I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows he cannot say to her, “I love you madly,” because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. 60 more words