Why is it, when I am in Rome,
I’d give an eye to be at home,
But when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?
And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet do you up and leave me- then
I scream to have you back again?
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I think she captured well the essence of the ambiguity that most women feel about almost everything…
I meant to say that I WOULD recommend her short stories… my apologies.
I think that Dorothy Parker is brilliant and is damn good at protraying reality… if you haven’t read her short stories, I wouldnt highly recommend them.
Enjoyable…I even cracked a smile.