Falling in Love/ Mark Twain
Yes, I think I love him merely because he is mine and is masculine. There is no other reason, I suppose. And so I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings or statistics. It just comes—none knows whence—and cannot explain itself. And doesn’t need […]
Teatime/ Henry James
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. There are circumstances in which, whether you partake of the tea or not—some people of course never do—the situation in itself is delightful. Those that I have in mind in beginning to unfold […]
