I think we're at our best by the flicker by the light of the TV set.

Monday, June 1, 2009

"Poor Meggie longed, quite what for she didn't know, but the basic pull was there, and it dragged her inexorably in the direction of Ralph de Bricassart. So she dreamed of him, yearned for him, wanted him; and mourned, that in spite of his declared love for her she meant so little to him that he never came to see her." - The Thorn Birds

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