Sometimes I marvel at the time and effort other people put into their small gifts, and I feel a horrible sense of inadequacy... but it quickly passes, as I'm too busy enjoying the fruits of other's labor.
Oh, my this is lovely. Seriously, lovely. To tell you my favorite lines would be to quote the entire piece back to you, but if I were to chose my top four, they would be:
"Say not that I am Black, for I am none of that House of snakes suckling at society’s teat,” he spat." (oh, googness, all the esses... such susurration)
"To call him my brother offends me by association, and to call him a man insults God’s creation!”
"The choler of my character much engenders my own sadness, nay, melancholy, as black and thunderous ever must I seem."
and
"And romance has no place in art when uncoupled with tragedy; for to love is to suffer, and to yearn for that suffering." (yes, Shakespeare did love to write the hurt/comfort, didn't he)
All of that wonderfully unsubtle dirty banter, as well. I was giggling madly.
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Oh, my this is lovely. Seriously, lovely. To tell you my favorite lines would be to quote the entire piece back to you, but if I were to chose my top four, they would be:
"Say not that I am Black, for I am none of that House of snakes suckling at society’s teat,” he spat." (oh, googness, all the esses... such susurration)
"To call him my brother offends me by association, and to call him a man insults God’s creation!”
"The choler of my character much engenders my own sadness, nay, melancholy, as black and thunderous ever must I seem."
and
"And romance has no place in art when uncoupled with tragedy; for to love is to suffer, and to yearn for that suffering." (yes, Shakespeare did love to write the hurt/comfort, didn't he)
All of that wonderfully unsubtle dirty banter, as well. I was giggling madly.
Oh, and Lily running a whorehouse? Perfect.