ross and i had history class this morning on the seduction theme in early american culture. we had very different reactions to it:
mine: la la la di da; i can’t believe i dreamt that; ooh those wacky early americans (etc.)
ross: it’s the beating of that hideous heart!
that’s my interpretation anyway. didn’t even occur to me til he approached me post-class wide-eyed and grasped my sleeve: “i’m not a rake, am i, ester, am i?”
he wants me to write (he says while laughing) that this is all crap. very well, ross. if it soothes your conscience.