I laugh when I think that all of Rome made it a point not to pronounce Drusilla's name. Because Rome was mistaken for all those ye...ars. Love is not enough for me, and I understood that then.... To love someone is to accept to grow old with her. An old Drusilla is far worse than a dead one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O tell me all about... Anna Livia! I want to hear all about Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course, we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now. You'll die when you hear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never s...ee. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old and it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananonaning, makes me seasilt saltsick, and I rush, my only, into your arms.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »