Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

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