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From Beard's Roman Women by Anthony Burgess: “the end of a marriage . . . was also the end of a civilization. More than twenty-six years spent in constructing a mythology, a joint memory bank, a language, a signaling system of grunt and touch—all gone, wasted.” posted by thatwhichfalls at 10:38 PM on September 16  [10 favorites +] [!]

The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove  I thought that you knew it all Well you've seen it ten times before. I thought that you had it down With both your feet on the ground. I love slow ... slow but deep. Feigned affections wash over me. Dream on my dear And renounce temporal obligations. Dream on my dear It's a sleep from which you may not awaken. You build me up then you knock me down. You play the fool while I play the clown. We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum. You raise my hopes then you raise the odds You tell me that I dream too much Now I'm serving time in disillusionment. I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you. I thought that I knew it all I'd seen all the signs before. I thought that you were the one In darkness my heart was won. You build me up then you knock me down. You play the fool while I play the clown. We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum. You raise my hopes then you raise the odds You tell me that I dream too much No...