Eric

Jul 04, 2009 20:13

His happiness was not a constant thing. It varied from moment to moment. One such moment he would be esctatic, in the throes of passion for a piece of music, or a passing beauty. The next, he would be crying, without really knowing the reason why. The unnameability of his moods was troubling. Was it self-pity? Was it self-indulgence? But since the ( Read more... )

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anonymous August 10 2009, 03:02:30 UTC

so well observed & written.

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