Even the disciple has his uses. He stands behind one’s throne, and at the moment of one’s triumph whispers in one’s ear that, after all, one is immortal.
Oscar Wilde (A Few Maxims For The Instruction Of The Over-Educated.)
Note: A kiss no more.
soliloquies scarcely touching upon chocolate, Lucía's eyes or decorous prose
Even the disciple has his uses. He stands behind one’s throne, and at the moment of one’s triumph whispers in one’s ear that, after all, one is immortal.
Note: A kiss no more.