pear personal sphere

September 9, 2008

William Congreve to Arabella Hunt 1690

Dear Madam,

Not believe that I love you? You cannot pretend to be so incredulous. If you do not believe my tongue, consult my eyes, consult your own. You will find by yours that they have charms; by mine that I have a heart which feels them.

Recall to mind what happened last night. That at least was a love’s kiss. Its eagerness, its fierceness, its warmth, expressed the God its parent. But oh! its sweetness, and its melting softness expressed him more. With trembling in my limbs, and fevers in my soul I ravish’d it. Convulsions, pantings, murmurings shew’d the mighty disorder within me: the mighty disorder increased by it. For those dear lips shot through my heart, and thro’ my bleeding vitals, delicious poison, and an avoidless but yet a charming ruin.

What cannot a day produce? The night before I thought myself a happy man, in want of nothing, and in fairest expectation of fortune; approved of by men of wit, and applauded by others. Pleased, nay charmed with my friends, my then dearest friends, sensible of every delicate pleasure, and in their turn possessing all.

But Love, almighty Love, seems in a moment to have removed me to a prodigious distance from every object but you alone. In the midst of crowds I remain in solitude. Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you. I appear transported to some foreign desert with you (oh, that I were really thus transported!), where, adundantly supplied with everything, in thee, I might live out an age of uninterrupted extasy.

The scene of the world’s great stage seems suddenly and sadly chang’d. Unlovely objects are all around me, excepting thee; the charms of all the world appear to be translated to thee. Thus in this said but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

If you and hope forsake it, despair and endless attend it.

she's lying on the lawn,
licked by the wicked sun
she's getting hot by sun blaze
i'm burnin' by erotic heat

pear.

i was born on August 10, 19xx in Bangkok, Thailand. To cut a 22-year-old story short,
i was the oldest of three siblings. As a child, i went to local primary school where i vividly remember there was crocodiles, monkeys, horses, and peacocks as headmistress's pets.
My friends and i oftn soent freetime after lunch looking at the horses confined in lawn and when all students went back to the class, they were released to play around school's area.

The first significant turning point in my life is when at the age of ten i moved home to Chiang Mai. At school, everyone spoke local language--like other version of Thai language--and it took me quite a long time to comprehend and speak. Besides, this period was like an introduction to the corrupted world where i was surrounded by michievous, verbal assault people by which i was infected and sick but ironically this time was the spice of life somehow.

After having finished high school, i did a bachelor of arts in Bangkok and then started working in oil company for four months. Ironically again, it had nothing to do with what i had studied except communicating in English with vendors and gas stations' managers. However, it turned out to be a great time because my colleagues were so nice and compatible. After that i worked in a hotel which gave me a more-bitter-than-sweet experience.

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