Imagine if Congress were actually knowledgeable of American history. - Jim Harrison

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

In fact he was as
lovesick as a high schooler of an especially sensitive sort who wonders if he dare share a poem with his
beloved or whether she will laugh at him. He does read her the poem and her feminine capacity for
romanticism for a moment approaches his own and they are suffused in a love trance, a state that so
ineluctably peels back the senses making them fresh again whatever ages the lovers might be.

The feathers on your chin mean that you ate the parakeet.