Re: Mina M/Victor F I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.
You say I am better for having outgrown the silliness of my youth, but you quote poetry as one who believes in the heart. Perhaps not the childish romances of the young, for you seem too somber for such things, but something deeper. I don't believe you are only science, for I have seen heart in the words you've memorized, and science does not wonder at what comes after this flesh. You've not spoken to me of dissections and disease, Victor, though I will tell no one, and it shall be our secret.
Though, I agree with the words of Shakespeare. Love does master one, and one is a fool to allow it.
Little climaxes are sometimes the best ones, and short stories are no easier to tell for their brevity.