Who Loves You, Baby?
Nov. 16th, 2007 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellenkushnerIsabel Swift.
And Neil Gaiman.
(Had we but world enough and time for reminiscences, I could a tale or two unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, thy knotted and combined locks to part and each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
But must go pack for Amherst, instead.)
And Neil Gaiman.
(Had we but world enough and time for reminiscences, I could a tale or two unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, thy knotted and combined locks to part and each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
But must go pack for Amherst, instead.)