Alexander Pope to Martha Blount
"...That heart must have abundance of flames, which is at once warmed by wine and you: wine awakens and expressed the lurking passions of the mind, as varnish does the colours that are sunk in a picture, and brings them out all in their natural glowings."
Alban Berg to Helene Nahowski (Thursday - Spring 1909)
"...and when I press it to my face, I can almost feel the sweet warm breath from your mouth. The violets you picked for me yesterday, which nearly withered in my buttonhole, are now blooming anew, and smell soft and fresh...they have become appendages of your presence."
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I am gasping with just the thought of running that far. You can't be in that bad of shape. Howabout you running a mile for me and I'll pretend. Have a good one.
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