Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. None of them was armed, as far as I could tell, other than the officer's sword. Two muskets stood in the corner near the chimney. No one else except for a serving girl was in view.I went in through the kitchen, putting a finger to my lips and watching the wench's face show surprise. As I entered the ordinary, one of the soldiers saw me, cursed and leapt up, reaching for his musket. I gave him a ball in the face, and he tumbled back over the table burbling as I cocked the other side of my. Jon introduced him as Dave. Dave shook my hand and said,“I’d always known Jon had a beautiful wife, but I didnot realize just how beautiful.”His comment made me blush, but I liked it. On firstimpressions, I liked Dave. I asked him in and seated himin the living room. Dave had brought 3 bottles of wineso I opened one to start before dinner. The conversation flowed smoothly. Dave was a completegentleman. Witty, smart, and flirty. He knew just whento complement me. I found myself.Read More
