Lonely can be the plight of the English major languishing in a lexicon of terms and forms dreams and schemes witticisms and imaginings with that lushness of loquacity whereby sonnets and rhymes are adorned symbols and signs are reformed where mellifluous speech is ascribed an eloquence transcribed and renewed and the heralding voices of angels appear preceded by an aperture of magnificent hues
*I will always be in love with you our lives are not our own from womb to tomb we are bound to others past and present and by each crime and by every kindness we birth our future