[ sod the playwrights; rip's words, his conceit of accounts unbalanced, better belongs to a carpe diem poem. his persuasion echoes that of herrick. or willis! only up until these last few seconds she'd thought she'd been the one ironically suggesting that one frown was enough. now she watches the rhetoric ricochet back, changed and drained of its irony.
he kisses her. and they've kissed before (and often) but never quite like this: with no space left for wits and different fires to stoke. peggy deflates, sinks forward, and ignores an explosive chorus of better angels that would shout her down if they could. truth is, she reads this new indiscretion as a mere continuation of what had already been different tonight. he's being that little bit more brazen -- pushing limits and taking liberties.
it's not the worst. at least he's got the good sense to keep it all carefully locked up beneath metaphor and abstraction. nothing gets said of sentiment or his sad heart -- nor anything else about how much he must miss old comrades. instead, things are once again a transaction. a negotiation.
-- so peggy returns it. his slow, deliberate kiss. although her hesitation had felt like an eternity inside her head, in reality it lasts all of two seconds. maybe three. she reaches for his neck and presses her palm there so afterward, after the first, she can hold him back from the second. ]
Rather depends. Are you after alms or after a loan?
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he kisses her. and they've kissed before (and often) but never quite like this: with no space left for wits and different fires to stoke. peggy deflates, sinks forward, and ignores an explosive chorus of better angels that would shout her down if they could. truth is, she reads this new indiscretion as a mere continuation of what had already been different tonight. he's being that little bit more brazen -- pushing limits and taking liberties.
it's not the worst. at least he's got the good sense to keep it all carefully locked up beneath metaphor and abstraction. nothing gets said of sentiment or his sad heart -- nor anything else about how much he must miss old comrades. instead, things are once again a transaction. a negotiation.
-- so peggy returns it. his slow, deliberate kiss. although her hesitation had felt like an eternity inside her head, in reality it lasts all of two seconds. maybe three. she reaches for his neck and presses her palm there so afterward, after the first, she can hold him back from the second. ]
Rather depends. Are you after alms or after a loan?