(412. ...The error bred in the bone of each woman and each man...)

[teslaesque]

Emmeline has his last letter neatly folded in his pocket: the poet says thousands have lived without love, but I am not one of them, dear Auntie, I’m sorry, KitDays like this make her think that her whole life has been nothing but a series of funerals. Days like this make her wonder if it’s something in the genes, the need to self-destruct perhaps

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[tajepool]

I really enjoyed this post. You write about this topic very well. There are many cherished moments in life, why not wear a beautiful dress! When looking back on special memories of your child wearing a gorgeous dress, it will make a fond memory.

[anonymous]

Auden may be right but I prefer to think of it as Vonnegut said it, "Many people need desperately to receive this message: 'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone."

[teslaesque]

I read Auden like devout Christians read scripture. ;) it spills into my writing whether I mean for it to or not.
I've not read the Vonnegut, but I like it. Thank you.