There is no end to what we can do together

[desperance]

Oh, lordie. Did I need this? There I am, innocently walking downtown and thinking about Mars, thinking about Kipling, as I should; and I walk past the bookstore, as you do, and there's a bloody book in the window, Lawrence in Arabia - and oh hell, of course bloody T E Lawrence would have gone to bloody Mars if that had been an option, when he was reinventing himself after everything went sour. And that's a whole nother book, and did I need yet one more...?