He's done it again.
It's always at the same time, the same point...the quintessential moment...
Ralph never fails to make my tears fall...the redness of deep cliffs and the desert wind dancing through her silk robes as he carries her...
Surging harder and deeper, the music invades my melting heart and I capitulate.
'The English Patient.' As beautiful in words as it is in images ...It was by my bedside when I was with Darcy one illicit night and day...Bloomsbury...nestling in a literary cocoon...red double deckers and small green spaces beneath the balcony...