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Show 25, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] Now in the matter of myself, he puzzled, do there project to be any merits to this bachelor life. More or less passing the time till one day, grown small, dry and wizened as some Rumplestiltskin--no, it was Ripopet-Barabas-he' d come whistling down a soot-choked chimney to snatch up an anxious old girlfriend who wouldn't even remember his name. And that sociobiology. What the genes had to say. About the fear of childlessness. And could he end up like Roderick Usher. Or a seedless orange. Till his mind starts racing in the other direction. Pop the question. Post the banns. Blinkers on. And the fact that the ladies were nice enough to wait for him. For example the way Diamond had explained that she was a type of a sleeping beauty. " Prince Charming," Dorian had replied, thinking of the actress' pet name for the first Dorian, "when your prince comes riding. . "You?" Diamond had wondered aloud, "you would be some kind of project as a prince. Likely the innocent girl would wake up with a dick in her mouth." So the ladies were waiting on him, but it didn't seem likely that they were going to wait forever. What was it in Diamond's letter, what she had written about a new crop of smooth-tongued or silver-tongued salesmen? |