MinervaMoon

“Lolita. The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”

And that’s just the first page!

For a lovely bit of James Mason:
http://www.filegone.com/88120050826052338/

All right, I’m enamored with him. Still tying to figure out whether I’ve always just been a pervy priest-fancier.

Fancying aside, however (as liking a chaplain is a little bit . . . blasphemous), Bill is simply an amazing guy. I read his book, “Mixed Blessings”, that he wrote in collaboration with his wife (concerning his autistic son, Ned), and it continually struck me just how chivalrous and sweet he really was—this Father Mulcahy business couldn’t have been just an act.

Excerpt (from Barbara’s point of view):
“We went out to dinner in Greenwich Village. We found an Italian restaurant that had been there in our day. . . . The restaurant was empty except for us and an elderly gentleman, clearly the proprietor, who sat at a table near the front door . . . Bill was talking quietly to Ned, trying to soothe him, telling him about all the things about him, speaking gently and lovingly. Ned was inconsolable. . . . We started to gather our things together. . . . The old gentleman advanced toward us. . . . ‘You will stay here for dinner. Bring their food!’ he said to the waitress. And to me he said, ‘You have a wonderful husband. He is a good man. A gentle man.’ I could only nod my assent and my gratitude for his understanding.”

How can you argue with a description like that?