Mr. E. Dempsey,
Goodness, I absolutely hope not! While I admit your description has made me laugh, you are far too clever a man to be lost to the neuroticism of senility. For my part, I'm sure my temper will one day drive me to it and I hope to die at peace in a pool of water surrounded by flowers like Ophelia - lost to a madness so content, that madness it does not even seem. And for love.
On this topic-- I have to say, I do quite agree with you. It might not be proper for a lady in any position to admit but I find your take on marriage so refreshing. I too have never aspired to marry for anything but the keenest affection, a sentiment that admittedly has been hard to come by and one that society does not always endorse. I am glad to find solace in at least one other fanciful heart, in exchange for which I offer you the freedom to ramble as freely as you chose. It is not always so simple to find those of like mind.
I'm glad your scent has been refreshed. Next time, I shall endeavor to accidentally send you a bottle of the loveliest Italian perfume in my collection. At least then you may lure not insects but muses.
amusedly,
Sabine V.
Sabine V.
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