Intimacy between stepchildren and stepparents is indeed proverbially difficult.
Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world.
Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.
I have a theory of my own about what the art of the novel is, and how it came into being....It happens because the storyteller's own experience...has moved him to an emotion so passionate that he can no longer keep it shut up in his heart.
There is more here than meets the eye.
In few people is discretion stronger than the desire to tell a good story.