Forgive Me

I'm reading this book with a lot of beautiful twists and turns of the tongue.

I want to keep some of them.

"The view from the terrace...was unparalleled for its grandeur. I imagined what it might be like when the trees were in full bloom, or in the pride of early autumn when the foliage would be resplendently russet, vermilion, and gold..."

"...the humble efforts of my busy pen."

"Now and again I could make out a patch of blue muscling its way through the miasma, and I wished to be able to kiss it."

"In my view, sex without love was the greatest crime...I have always held that the woman who bestows her person where she can withhold her heart is the most culpable of beings."

"It would have been impossible for me not to notice at my elbow the dashing coat of the Green Horse Troop, the tan breeches that clung like a lover to the stranger's muscled thighs..."

"Though we often scrabbled like a pair of cats, and he could wound me like no other on earth, he was also capable of exquisite tenderness and night after night had led me over the brink of sublimest ecstasy; and I could deny him nothing."

"...verse after verse sprang forth from my pen, each drop of ink a seedling of creation..."

Mmmmmmmmm...