Opaleye
10-24-2005, 07:23 AM
... and march gaily into the throng, halting in the middle of a brimming room, hands on dauntless hips, and exclaim loudly, "Well, what ho!" and flail my arms in a comical manner.
Humanity does smile and widen its eyes with avid interest at this poignant little spectacle of invincible enthusiasm, jaunty wit and quixotic spirit, propagated by a character so abundant in determination and amiability alike.
And as Humanity comes to inquire of myself, the presently reclined heroine, (volatile and disagreeable by turns), how for myself I supposes the future may evolve, it is with a jerk of the head, shrug of the shoulders and a raising of the brows that I clap a small, flighty hand on rounded knee and, like a modern Alcibiades, declare, "By the gods, Socrates, I cannot tell!"
:rolleyes:
Miss Melodrama, if you will. :)
Humanity does smile and widen its eyes with avid interest at this poignant little spectacle of invincible enthusiasm, jaunty wit and quixotic spirit, propagated by a character so abundant in determination and amiability alike.
And as Humanity comes to inquire of myself, the presently reclined heroine, (volatile and disagreeable by turns), how for myself I supposes the future may evolve, it is with a jerk of the head, shrug of the shoulders and a raising of the brows that I clap a small, flighty hand on rounded knee and, like a modern Alcibiades, declare, "By the gods, Socrates, I cannot tell!"
:rolleyes:
Miss Melodrama, if you will. :)