Status Updates From Intemperance

Dear God, these terrible alliances.

What sort of man would meet me at this delicious ebb and flow of union and solitude? For what sort of man would I risk this seduction of my own seclusion.

Can't remember the last time I had so much fun with a book.

And there's the Telemachus riff (in all honestly, I've smiled at least three times so far, so something's obviously going well despite the conjunction of the influencer and the influenced on my reading palate).