Pam Carter

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“A perfect woman’s but a softer man.” — Alexander Pope "I feel quite faint for a moment, even though I am sitting up in my bed. It's not so much the compact, nor even the words, it's the pink face-powder, it smells sweet and old - it smells of grown-up women and it is - without a shadow of a doubt - the evocative top note of the scent of sadness, L'eau du Melancholie, that trails so disconsolately at my heels.' Human Crochet, Kate Atkinson Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light. God appears, and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night, But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day. William Blake

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