I would say, however, that romantic sentiment is a keen and pathetic sense of time, a few hours of amorous delight, the idea that everything passes away; a deeper sentiment for autumn, for twilight, for the passing nature of our own lives.

Yeah, my son likes a lot of guitar bands. He gave me something the other day which was really good. He&#39;ll burn a CD for me full of things that he has, so he&#39;s a pretty good call if I want to check some of that stuff out... The other two aren&#39;t quite into that yet.

He didn&#39;t even have the satisfaction of being killed for civil rights. it had to be some silly little Communist.

I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind...So don't talk of our seperation again...

Written By Emily Brontë

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