They do change with the vacillations of my mind.
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I loved The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro. I’m reading his Never Let Me Go (in small spurts since my focus isn’t real great at the moment!)
It was a masterpiece of observation and innuendo on so many levels, wasn’t it? I loved it. The unsaid was so much greater than the said.