One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8 I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.
The only thing I would unequivocally say is that I have never had any...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
As a child I was a great liar. Fortunately my mother liked my lies. I promised her marvelous things.
