Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman

...but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.

I think very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives. It all depends on a combination of circumstances. If all the various cosmic thingummys fuse at the same moment, and the right spark is struck, there's no knowing what one mightn't do.

In silent films, quite complex plots are built around action, setting, and the actors gestures and facial expressions, with a very few storyboards to nail down specific plot points.

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head.

Travel broadens, they say. My personal experience has been that, in the short term at any rate, it merely flattens, aiming its steam-roller of deadlines and details straight at one's daily life, leaving a person flat and gasping at its passage.

Holmes, I'm a 24 year old prude.