THE OLD LIE

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In her town she is called the Conspirator, the Queen of Cups, the Blazing Lady of Salsa, La Despedida, and a thousand other names by those who wonder. She looks like all things to all people, and once she was---but now this hollow, transgressor, wants to be no one's trouble but her own. She is an artist, a poet, a dancer, and a siren. She has dreams that are too illicit to speak of---her life is like a poem only fit to be read by a stranger. in the desert, rambling

Oscar Wilde, from The Ballad of Reading Gaol

And each one kills the thing he loves,

By all let this be heard—

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word.

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Posted on Monday, 23 January
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