❝I had been making up stories while he was away. In the evenings, he made himself comfortable, spreading cushions like a couch in front of the fire. And with me sitting cross-legged like Scheherazade herself, he would listen, clear eyed, to a long tale, from when it began until it ended.❞ - Out of Africa
To know him was to know a slow crescendo of passion that went from subtle elegant sensitivity to abundant emotion...
PHILOSOPHY & ANALYSIS
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
❝ But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like morning dew.. ❞
❝ but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words❞
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