“Imagine what you might have to say if your talent weren’t wasted getting women to forgo their marital vows to get into bed with you.” “And who says that’s not a worthwhile pursuit, François?” Byron sneered the man’s name. “Poetry is born out of lust! Emotion! Sentiment! See, that’s your problem. You’re moralizing again. You always moralize.”
Oh, Byron…this might be the only thing in this whole book that came out of your mouth that didn’t make me 🤦♂️.
