The Last Ride Together

       A friend of mine once told me how she had read three Shakes-pear Plays over a period of serventy two hours. They were she added, the unabridged versions, with long exhaustive notes that were, at some point, harder to understand than the  lines themselves.It wasn't schoolwork.,and she absolutely hates Shakespeare,to this day calling him '...the food of English linguistic elitists'.So why read them? The reason was simple.Over the Internet she had met a highly interesting young man.They had got to talking and over the last fortning she had developed a 'thing'for him.He was an avid Shakespeare fan, and invited her to a Bangla theatrial version of the Merchant and intellectual'. (The science of attraction had begun its work.)

       To my great dismay , the editors handed me the responsibility of writing a Valentine's Day special article on love.This was,in effect , asking a tone-deaf atheist to appreciate gospel music.You see, over time , I have accumulated a great deal cynicism about this phenomenon-a result of unsuccessful pursuits and far fewer successful pursuits that have ended up in the proverbial gutter.Add to that eyewitness evidence of the destructive forces of this mental affliction on friends and certain family members, and the vindication is complete.