Luckily she was just a neo-romantic, already a millenium ago,
sad that she could ride the mule of Napoleon (the one on the paintings,
not the one who turned his officer hat the wrong ways, and constantly scratched
his something)
"The woman in the drugstore who, left to herself, would starve in her hopeless sexual ineptitude, hopeless non-specifiic middleclass up- and down-bringing, future too, contributes nothing but neo-romantic dreams of the becoming the wolf-bride, plus her painful personal, individual, objective but 200% proof subjective experiences of the mule of Napoleon"
$19.99 in any similar market.
Just consider, if she would have been born as the wife of some pharao, mistress of Ceasar, or the Jane searching for Tarzan.. |
