A toast to love.
Love that blinds.
Love that enslaves.
Goodbye to freedom.
To boredom.
To apathy.
In the middle of nowhere -- when you think you've got nothing worth living for -- love can suddenly find you.
And now it will become your sole companion.
It will rule your thoughts.
Day and night it will tell you what to do.
When to do it.
How to do it.
Why to do it.
Can anyone ask for anything more?
Or has he just become much more miserable than he already was....?
ReplyDelete"Now tell me what further evil can happen to me?
ReplyDeleteInteresting choice of words. He doesn't see his role in his own self-destruction. He thinks of himself as the victim.
He's not in love with his "aunt." He knows she's basically a prostitute who married her sugar daddy. She's a butterfly that flew into his station just like the champagne. It's not love, it's masochism.