Perhaps some day—say 1938, their centenary,—they might be allowed to return...– Henry Adams, The Education of Henry Adams (thanks, patternsofthesky)
The day your tore my heart apart I can’t remember really when, now. I writhed and screamed and It was not enough. Far from enough to quench the thirst The lust, craving — appetite. To dispense some pain, you can’t remember, really when. I was not born with these appetites. My stomach too weak for such delights. But you, Sweetness, you, my love? Oh, it fits you nicely, like a...