Whirlwind Romance

A rush of emotion dropped a veil over all but the tiny world of the two people in seats 11A and 11B, in a jet plane floating somewhere over the Atlantic, in a still moment in time.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Christopher Hitchens

RIP Christopher Hitchens. A brilliant iconoclast and writer. The kind of man who made you want to wring his neck, cry to see if you could soften him, bed him. His eyes held you; his mind kept you. His ideas...well his ideas often repulsed you. And yet you loved him because he left the wind tunnel of his mind open to any thought that could prove itself through logic.

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