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Invitation to Love

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They teach her to walk, talk, sit, sleep, shave her legs, shake hands, kiss, smile, eat, pray.  Her ass is great, fine tits, short but good legs, great shoulders, thin hips, fix the toes, do the hair- clean it, but don’t touch the face.  Everybody and every camera is drawn to that face.  That town is jammed with pretty, but not like that- the eyes, the mouth, are from another world. ..
And so she went to her last and most important school, the U. of Sinatra.  In essence, by fucking, fighting, and forgetting with him she inhaled the gangster outlook of the world.  Take what you want.  Don’t let them use you.  They only understand tough.  And all of her days became nights.


-Ava Gardner:  The Secret Conversations

They teach her to walk, talk, sit, sleep, shave her legs, shake hands, kiss, smile, eat, pray.  Her ass is great, fine tits, short but good legs, great shoulders, thin hips, fix the toes, do the hair- clean it, but don’t touch the face.  Everybody and every camera is drawn to that face.  That town is jammed with pretty, but not like that- the eyes, the mouth, are from another world. ..

And so she went to her last and most important school, the U. of Sinatra.  In essence, by fucking, fighting, and forgetting with him she inhaled the gangster outlook of the world.  Take what you want.  Don’t let them use you.  They only understand tough.  And all of her days became nights.

-Ava Gardner:  The Secret Conversations

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"Poor Linda," she said, with feeling, "poor little thing.  But Fanny, don’t you think perhaps it’s just as well?  The lives of women like Linda and me are not so much fun when one begins to grow older."
I didn’t want to hurt my mother’s feelings by protesting that Linda was not that sort of woman.
"But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice," I said, "He was the great love of her life, you know."
"Oh, dulling," said my mother, sadly.  "One always thinks that. Every, every time."
-Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit Of Love

"Poor Linda," she said, with feeling, "poor little thing.  But Fanny, don’t you think perhaps it’s just as well?  The lives of women like Linda and me are not so much fun when one begins to grow older."

I didn’t want to hurt my mother’s feelings by protesting that Linda was not that sort of woman.

"But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice," I said, "He was the great love of her life, you know."

"Oh, dulling," said my mother, sadly.  "One always thinks that. Every, every time."

-Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit Of Love

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"Love is sort of like this:
lunatic sex and lazy afternoon naps and most importantly: fun
and by fun I might mean playfulness
cause ultimately life is completely silly
It’s preposterous
being alive is preposterous”
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" I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive.  I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses.. We could lie in long citoneuese beams of the five o’clock sun on the plage of Juans-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves."
-Zelda Fitzgerald

" I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive.  I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses.. We could lie in long citoneuese beams of the five o’clock sun on the plage of Juans-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves."

-Zelda Fitzgerald

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Skype who?

Skype who?

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What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind…


-William Wordsworth, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality”

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Great Moments in late 1960s Cinema. 

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If I don’t drive around the park,I’m pretty sure to make my mark. If I’m in bed each night by ten, I may get back my looks again,If I abstain from fun and such,I’ll probably amount to much,But I shall stay the way I am,Because I do not give a damn.-Dorothy Parker

If I don’t drive around the park,
I’m pretty sure to make my mark. 
If I’m in bed each night by ten, 
I may get back my looks again,
If I abstain from fun and such,
I’ll probably amount to much,
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.

-Dorothy Parker

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Françoise Hardy, you absolute dream. 

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                                                 ALL THAT GLITTERS….

                                                 ALL THAT GLITTERS….

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