Marriage? It's Like Asparagus Eaten With Vinaigrette

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.

I've Read Proust And Stendhal. That Keeps You In Your Place.

For This Was The Round Of Love: Fear Which Leads On Desire, Tenderness And Fury, And That Brutal Anguish Which Triumphantly Follows Pleasure.

The One Thing I Regret Is That I Will Never Have Time To Read All The Books I Want To Read.

My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be The Only Consistent Side Of My Character. Is It Because I Have Not Read Enough?