Book: Storm surge. Page 2

If her husband failed to win a wife with kindness, compassion, attention and affection, he should do without it.

When I see hundreds of children coming into this world among the poverty, misery and hardship, are receiving some kind of inept midwife, unable to help his mother, snacking on the teeth of the umbilical cord when she gives the child a drop of gin, not the food, and all of these children, or nearly all, from the beginning, from the first months of life, no matter what happens later, is perfect in every way, it is very strange to observe the paradox of a child from a rich family, who was the father of the child surrounded with care and attention, like a Princess and he is flawed, sick enough to heal it above human forces.

You have to reckon with the fact that the jealous, suspicious and distrustful.

Now, when you become a member of Parliament, your name alone carries weight. Oh, don't crevices, it's true, whether you like it or not. Many probably want to get your name for their businesses.
- I'm like a rich heiress - I suspect a vested interest in each admirer...

He felt full of energy and was in high spirits, now rarely happened. Everything was so unlike the noisy and grimy streets of London. Perhaps such a contrast is a necessary attribute of attachment.

You were right calling me a stranger. But I'm an outsider, who know every inch of your skin.

In the art gallery three of the five people I would have chosen a different picture than I am. It's not just how they look, but that's behind them. When you know somebody so close, but still his desire is the strongest attachment, the spark between two people that can ignite the flames. But who knows whether it will warm or burn? he paused and frowned, glancing at Dan.- I didn't know how I would be greeted at home, did not know whether we will be together again to laugh. I want you, I want, but I still remained jealousy and anger, and they are strong. More I will not say anything. I can't promise that tomorrow things between us will go like, or sort of. As you can't, I'm sure. You were right calling me a stranger. But I'm an outsider, who know every inch of your skin. Let's start here, in a sense - from the beginning.

It wasn't a whore, said Demelza.
- Yes, but of the highest class. Select.
- A real ladies, those beauties?
- I rotated them. But none came to my taste.
- Have you tried?
- Just the eyes. And mostly at a distance.
- You're like a monk.
- Just because you're more beautiful than all of them put together.

I don't know, as I spent time in London, what at me there were women.
- I probably have no right.
- Well, you're still my wife. And once you're my wife, I'll tell you. In the first months a couple of times invited me to their women. But before they had time to undress, I started to feel sick, and I was escorted off the premises. They showered me with curses. One said that I am impotent, and the other was called a faggot.
What does that mean?
It doesn't matter.
- I can look in the dictionary.
- This word not in the dictionary.
- Then you can guess.

The sense of repetition is just a natural result of aging. Perhaps it feels everyone reaching a certain age. But if you remember that most people are content with a routine life, very poor for the events, I'm lucky that the fate of the pampers variety.