... Facing what he perceives as a choice between ecstatic chaos and lifeless mechanistic order, he accedes to maintaining a separation of asexual purity and brutal sexual reality. And he wears a stoical face before this.
Yes, I've written many a torrid love letter filled with phrases like that. What a pantload....
I dated a very, very nice guy that had a REAL job at Harvard. Smart guy. Smarter than these idiots. He wasn't in the hard science area...but still, smart.
If he wrote me a letter, it was nothing like this. And we were long distance “lovers”. There was none of this gibberish/look how smart I am/I'm so full of ennui that I may collapse.
I'm calling major BS on this book. I think the “love letters” were dreamed up at the kitchen table of the Ayers.
You know...just that guy in the neighborhood.
I can not wait until this little POS fraud is exposed. I smell desperation....and flop sweat at his recent photo ops. We shall see.
I wonder why they thought this crap would impress people?
Somebody posted the first paragraph of Dreams on Facebook and attributed it to Sarah Palin.
The liberals were ecstatic... they didn’t even notice that it could not have been written by Palin; they were all excited by the overwriting and the turgid prose.
Said it sounded like an entry into that contest... you know the one ... can’t remember the name right now.. ‘it was a dark and stormy night, etc.’