There might you see one sigh, another rage,
And some, their violent passions to assuage,
Compile sharp satires; but, alas, too late,
For faithful love will never turn to hate.
- Christopher Marlowe, "Hero and Leander"
Leander, on my mind. And Apollo, at the heels, but as always. Where is the man who will love like they did, where, the modern-day wooer who will defy distance and speed, and laugh at scorn, who will cross a sea every night for his beloved, who will brave danger and death, or let reason go unheeded?
Modern woman, you are unfortunate to be living at a time like this.
head shake (translate: natauhan)
Well, not really.
Now, back to regular programming.
Or, put those heels on and step on their ego-coated toes.
