"While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea." 4-17-14.
The face—the face does not signify. It was the face of the photograph, but older, and the teeth were not so numerous as the photographer had suggested, and certainly not so white. Yes, Jacky was past her prime, whatever that prime may have been. She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it."
It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.
It is those that cannot connect who hasten to cast the first stone.
It is the peace of the present, which passes understanding.