Love requires Context.
She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.
Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.
Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.
You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.
The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.