Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom, and that which I believed in above all things, love.
Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendoured thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
Silly of me, to think y-you could fall in love with someone like me.
All night the penniless sitar player had waited, and now, for the first time, he felt the cold stab of jealousy.
Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
One not-so-very-special-day I went to