"Your tortured longing reminds me of the engraving in my edition of Shelley's love poems," Joe pleaded with no sense of irony.
"Ah, Melvyn," Natasha replied earnestly. "Or should I call you Joseph for short. The dialectic of your northern simplicity and your Sartrean existential modernity pierces my Gallic heart."
re:Remember Me by Melvyn Bragg
I love The Guardian's
digested reads.