There was a man named Jonathan Cresswell, and he was of two minds. One mind laughed easily, gushed over the beauties of the world, danced with friends, and drank deeply of every joy. The other watched, silent, severe. And while the first sang, the second memorized the cracks and flaws in the singer’s voice. All men are twins within themselves...
Category - Excerpts from My Book
This is the opener of my book. I’m always late. Not for everyone, just for the ones who matter. But the fault is not mine. Father has burdened me with such clusters of work that managing them with dexterity is all but impossible. Even Mother is indifferent, persistent in her course, too preoccupied to afford me even a sliver of courtesy. And...