"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

romantic heroes...

"i guess the perfect guy would be…
he’s someone who could…
he could be anywhere in the world, but he chooses to be with her, because…
life is better with her by his side…
what do you think? did i pass the test?"

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