Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From

I'd Cut Up My Heart For You To Wear If You Wanted It.

Perhaps - I Want The Old Days Back Again And They'll Never Come Back, And I Am Haunted By The Memory Of Them And Of The World Falling About My Ears.

It's A Curse - This Not Wanting To Look On Naked Realities. Until The War, Life Was Never More Real To Me Than A Shadow Show On A Curtain. And I Preferred It So. I Do Not Like The Outlines Of Things To Be Too Sharp. I Like Them Gently Blurred, A Little Hazy.

These Three Ladies Disliked And Distrusted One Another As Heartily As The First Triumvirate Of Rome, And Their Close Alliance Was Probably For The Same Reason.

Ser Eyes Met His, Hers Naked With Pleading, His Remote As Mountain Lakes Under Gray Skies. She Saw In Them Defeat Of Her Wild Dream, Her Mad Desires.