“I learnt something - at first certainly - that had not been one of the teachings of my small smothered life; learnt to be amused, and even amusing, and not to think for the morrow. […] Oh it was a trap - not designed but deep - to my imagination, to my delicacy, perhaps to my vanity; to whatever in me was most excitable.”
Uno, nessuno, qualcuno, tutti.
So many choices in life. So many variations on each and every thing. Being a woman, I find myself attracted not so much to any particular choice, but rather that there's more than one thing to try, and I want it all. We're simply addicted to variety. We want not this or that, but this and that. And that one there. That one looks good. Tastes good. Fun just never ends. Ask which possibility
So many choices in life. So many variations on each and every thing. Being a woman, I find myself attracted not so much to any particular choice, but rather that there's more than one thing to try, and I want it all. We're simply addicted to variety. We want not this or that, but this and that. And that one there. That one looks good. Tastes good. Fun just never ends. Ask which possibility