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April 09, 2007
"I am fifty years old and I have never know what it is to love. I can write those words, know them to be true, but feel only the regret that a tone-deaf man must feel because he can't appreciate music, a regret less keen because it is for something never known, not for something lost."
P.D James, Children of Men
Posted by lainey at April 9, 2007 12:22 AM