Hands up!

 

Was a slow night. I spent some of it pondering who knocked me around the most in the romance ring. It's never been much of a contest. Two minutes after I dwell in a place of easy wonder, the contest winner phones me from thousands of miles away. This has not been a frequent occurrence - maybe a half dozen times over twice as many years. I wonder what’s to be gleaned by the timing, how much is coincidence, how much is not, something else. It’s hard to tell, hard to believe, hard to acquire certainty. I just read in a history of the earliest Hollywood studios they all agreed on one thing. Sex is theft.