Elizabeth Barrett Browning says:

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How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
— and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Margaret Mitchell says:

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She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her.

She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again.

Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known;

Joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.”

Flying High

hello1Our Muscleheaded Blog readers
are a wonderful group of folks,

— let me tell you.

They send me some VERY cool stuff, too.

I had been saving a couple of these
submissions for just the right post…

But I guess I’m waiting for a flight
that ain’t never gonna arrive,

— so this post will have to do.

Vintage postcards that have to do
with flying and romance.

Now,
you might ask what these
two things have to do with each other….

Plenty,
man, plenty —

— you’ve never heard of the
‘Mile High Club’,
for instance?

Or Frank Sinatra singing his classic:

Come Fly With Me ” ?

Flying,
in and of itself,
is a very romantic activity —7eave

And back when it was first developed —

Well, yeah,
even more so.

There’s all sorts of things
going on in your head,

— while you’re up there in the ole wild blue yonder —

And having an interesting woman
in the jump seat
just amps up the excitement to eleven.

Ahem.

a1The limited space in those old
two seaters did complicate things a bit,

of course.

But like the man says….

It was just a new way
to play an old game.

And….

as we all know,a4

despite another song’s
assertion to the contrary,

there really ain’t no
regularly scheduled flights to the moon —

And I’m pretty sure
you couldn’t make that trip,

like these nice folks seem to have done,

in a 1920’s bi-plane, anyway.

Sure, I know —

Fokker .

Uh huh.a1

Really…

If,
and I say IF,

he or she is gonna fly you to the moon,

……… it’s gonna have to be purely symbolic.

But it does sounds pretty fun, too.

It’s easy to see:

Love is a lot like flying —

One minute you’re up in the air,
having the time of your life,

And the next minute,a2
your engines are backfiring,

and you crash land
into one of them there
24 hour Wedding Chapels
with Elvis look-alikes for ministers
and strippers for witnesses.

Hmmm…..

Maybe I’ve said
too much,
I dunno.

This last piece was done by
the great pin up artist Gil Elvgren
in the 1940’s,

………… and was entitled “Tail Wind”.

HOY!

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