The Worst Thing About Being A Great

Yes, Ok, Farty Is A Silly Word. I Wish I'd Never Used It. I'm 34. Perhaps It Was A Word For My 20s.

This Calls For A Very Special Blend Of Psychology And Extreme Violence.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

I Think Trying To Be Cool Is The Worst Possible Ambition - And I Have Never Suffered From It.

If Only The Strength Of The Love That People Feel When It Is Reciprocated Could Be As Intense And Obsessive As The Love We Feel When It Is Not; Then Marriages Would Be Truly Made In Heaven.