Well, as you can easily see here, I decided to change the title. August 13th, 2010 this happened. Could not explain why, but I felt not comfortable with the idea, and thus cover story 0004 after 18 chapters* got covered with a dust layer.What we talk about when we talk about love
Dreams of dreams
Confusion of the feelings
First love, [last rites]
Days of joy
Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter
Kama Sutra
The orgy - an idyll
Little misunderstanding of no importance
Don Juan's temptation
The Siren
An occasion of sin
Suspicion
Now it rains slaps in the face
I want to know why
A touch of chill
Rituals
Sexus
Perhaps it will again, and you will not come to know the end of the story. That is why I think I should give you at least a glimpse of what you might miss:
* actually 17, as yours truly scatterbrain had jumped from Chapter 4 to Chapter 6 :)
The title change is interesting. But this post has a touch of machiavellism. We've been waiting a long time for the next chapter. To show us a dusty pile of anonymous books is metagrobolizing, Sean.:)
ReplyDeleteAh, the story resumes and the plot thickens, as it loves to do. Are those human fingers at the foot of the dusty tower?
ReplyDeleteI can't make out what's in the bottom pile but it looks like some very heavy reading. Of course, knowing you even the little I do, that doesn't surprise me.
ReplyDeleteClaude,
ReplyDeletenot anonymous are the books. I've read each. :) And although I did read 'my Macchiavelli', I think I am pretty far from being macchiavellistic.
Well, perhaps a bit ...
Stan,
for some moments you got me puzzled, friend, but no: There can't be fingers to be seen.
Susan,
I do like to think of that in case this (!) story's end will get posted you will be smiling as I am now.
Actually, hardly can I wait to post this (!) story. If I happened to surprise myself, I would not be surprised, though.