Monday, February 20, 2012

Whose that author......The Pompatus of Love?



He had always liked his friend's laugh, and at such a moment the soft rumble of it reassured him; it suggested happiness and security.

3 comments:

blake said...

Some dead guy?

I'm battin' .100 tonight...

BJM said...

Given that you are trapped in an illusion, Forster is rather apt, no?

"After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?"

MamaM said...

Alive, but slightly absurd; they misunderstood him so utterly: they exposed their weakness when they thought themselves most acute. He could not help smiling.