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While there's perhaps something quietly lamentable about relying on The Times Online to send you love letters, I have to admit that they've really been something to look forward to this week.
The love letter is a lost art, one that disappeared with the advent of the text message, the decline of the written word 'RU Up4it?', and a quiet dignity that seems to have evaporated, replaced by a sort of convenience store romance. Today's was a deliciously sinister offering from Neil Gaiman, whom you may have heard me ranting about in connection with Good Omens. He's got quite a beautifully quirky style. If you hurry up and sign up now, you might be in time to get a love letter from Leonard Cohen tomorrow...
The love letter is a lost art, one that disappeared with the advent of the text message, the decline of the written word 'RU Up4it?', and a quiet dignity that seems to have evaporated, replaced by a sort of convenience store romance. Today's was a deliciously sinister offering from Neil Gaiman, whom you may have heard me ranting about in connection with Good Omens. He's got quite a beautifully quirky style. If you hurry up and sign up now, you might be in time to get a love letter from Leonard Cohen tomorrow...