The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
How beautiful she is! Her eyes are doves. Her lips are like a scarlet ribbon. her mouth is lovely. How delightful she is.
~Benjamin 12/16/2007 11:53:00 AM