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That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

Time Misspent In Youth Is Sometimes All The Freedom One Ever Has.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

A Man Of Such Obvious And Exemplary Charm Must Be A Liar.

Life... Is Not Simply A Series Of Exciting New Ventures. The Future Is Not Always A Whole New Ball Game. There Tends To Be Unfinished Business. One Trails All Sorts Of Things Around With One, Things That Simply Won't Be Got Rid Of.