You mean something like ‘truth or dare’? I haven’t played that in a long time.” She didn’t think he would ever get himself entangled in a game like that, but it was addictive, a compromising…
… insanity is never reasonable.
Upon the publication of Goethe’s epic drama, the Faustian legend had reached an almost unapproachable zenith. Although many failed to appreciate, or indeed, to understand this magnum opus in its entirety, from this point onward…
I detect the activist returning with a vengence.
And to officially declare you have talent ” Suzy returned.
Finally, Charlie gave up the hunt and placed (the puppy) back on the floor, dispatching fleas was not his idea of a romantic evening, unless you happened to be a twisted exterminator, he thought.
Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?
… the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!
… far be it from a French man to interfere with love.
… you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.
…they say if you don’t vote, you get the government you deserve, and if you do, you never get the results you expected.
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake …
Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?
Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb,That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, …
Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world …
Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?
Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?
If Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.
The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?
Stay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.
Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.
He offered his love … she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!
(Marlowe’s) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a ‘place’ invented by men.