Body and soul.

He said: "...the metre sucks (yes there is metre in prose too). She is like a spoon holding truffle soup -- she has the capacity to hold but does not taste/perceive the essence of the language at all! There is no soul in the writing."

I'll say he hit the nail right on the head: good writing reads like a song is sung. (See earlier post about music and language.)

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She told me later, that as the two guys chatted her up (separately), she thought about whether she could envisage accommodating either of them into her life after being used to being "alone"; to make the effort to be considerate to another person other than herself in an intimate relationship. The point here, being of course, NOT whether she has the capacity to be selfless; but really, whether she can see herself liking the person enough to give up a big part of herself for him, willingly, ungrudgingly and wholeheartedly.

I find myself flinching from the thought of having to open up myself to another person in an intimate relatonship, again. It would be such a chore (yes, a chore) to have to learn to trust my instincts enough to trust the person to let him in. As more time passes, will I become a harder nut to crack?

Coming out of a relationship, do you take time to yourself to contemplate what has happened and what you really want for yourself and the rest of your life, OR, are you a rebound girl/guy?