Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting
'You said, I wasn't comfortable!' cried Dora. 'I said the housekeeping was not comfortable!' ¡¡¡¡'It's exactly the same thing!' cried Dora. And she evidently thought so, for she wept most grievously. ¡¡¡¡I took another turn across the room, full of love for my pretty wife, and distracted by self-accusatory inclinations to knock my head against the door. I sat down again, and said: ¡¡¡¡'I am not blaming you, Dora. We have both a great deal to learn. I am only trying to show you, my dear, that you must - you really must' (I was resolved not to give this up) - 'accustom yourself to look after Mary Anne. Likewise to act a little for yourself, and me.' ¡¡¡¡'I wonder, I do, at your making such ungrateful speeches,' sobbed Dora. 'When you know that the other day, when you said you
oil painting would like a little bit of fish, I went out myself, miles and miles, and ordered it, to surprise you.' ¡¡¡¡'And it was very kind of you, my own darling,' said I. 'I felt it so much that I wouldn't on any account have even mentioned that you bought a Salmon - which was too much for two. Or that it cost one pound six - which was more than we can afford.' ¡¡¡¡'You enjoyed it very much,' sobbed Dora. 'And you said I was a Mouse.' ¡¡¡¡'And I'll say so again, my love,' I returned, 'a thousand times!' ¡¡¡¡But I had wounded Dora's soft little heart, and she was not to be comforted. She was so pathetic in her sobbing and bewailing, that I felt as if I had said I don't know what to hurt her. I was obliged to hurry away; I was kept out late; and I felt all night such pangs of remorse as made me miserable. I had the conscience of an assassin, and was haunted by a vague sense of enormous wickedness.