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 leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and. Memories of the recreation center on the Pinwheel flashed before her mind’s eye, the sounds of merriment, music, and laughter.She would be going to bed alone again tonight. Sure, she could have her pick of the crew, not one of them would dare refuse her. Her bed could be overflowing with young, beautiful warriors if that was what she wished. Somehow, that idea merely bored her. She hadn’t the stomach to be fawned over by servile, cowering bedmates right now.The attendant refilled her cup,. I thought that I was too young to be a silly old fool. I shouldn't be going through change-of-life already. Was I wrong? Could this thing work? I'd thought that both Stacie and I went into our relationship with our eyes open. Perhaps not. But in my heart I knew that no matter what happened I couldn't and wouldn't give her up. I'd never experienced the kind of wholehearted, selfless love that was natural to Stacie. Whatever happened, I thought that we could stick it out. Someday, we'd be sitting.Read More
