Okay, that's not exactly fair. She had really, really great pale blue eyes that could emote complex configurations of emotion like no one else I've ever known. No emotion with her was unalloyed, it was always happy-confused-terrified-melancholy, or sad-bemused-whimsical or something. And she had kind of a cute face around those eyes, but her body was unfortunate, just too wide and squat and bulky to ever really be attractive. I could go into detail, but I'll leave it at that to be kind.
Also, she was not the brightest star in the Southern Cross, either. Look at this image of Eva Green from Casino Royale and let me know what you find most intriguing:
I promised poetry on the blog, so here's some Greek ribaldry:
Sing with me a slim lass,
Pierian Muses.
You touch to beauty all
that your song chooses.
Lovely Bombyka, a gypsy
others may see:
bony and sunburnt, but
honeypale to me.
Dark the scrawled hyacinth
and the violet,
but those are the flowers that first
in a wreath we set.
Wolf goes after goat,
goat after clover.
Storks go following ploughs,
I'm your true lover.
2 comments:
...without a sufficient amount of Greek ribaldry!
Also: we forgot to tell you (or at least I did) that we're accepted for the "gangster panel."
In October, we drink...and discuss the mafia!
I would like to see more discussion of the pretty woman's fancy cans!
Pictures as well!
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