Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. ” NOW I stood, still holding Gaynor’s hands and her eyes opened. She pulled her right hand free and, with the pad of her thumb, wiped her eyes. Smeared mascara gave her a Panda look. She sniffled, put a forefinger under her nose and asked me for a tissue from the box on the coffee table. She blotted her tears, looked at the black stains, and then blew her nose. She screwed the tissue into a ball and edged forward on the chair. “Sorry about that, honey,” she breathed. “Gosh, I must look a.Read More
