And yet, I thought of him today when I sprouted (is that the right word?) the rare zit on my chin. Perhaps the emotional angst goes hand in hand with the maladies of the skin? And if so, perhaps as disgusting as his mind is in conceiving of metaphors for my emotional state, he may not be utterly foolish?
There is nothing worse than a blemish on the chin. Unless it is a blemish on the nose. There but for the grace of god go I.
5 years ago