The author of Junky, Naked Lunch and various other tomes of weirdness, that set themselves heavily against the mainstream, William Burroughs was not a man given over to sentiment. A man in fact very much at odds with his species. So how enlightening it is that the very last words of his journal, prior to his death aged 83 in 1997 were
"Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller what there is.
LOVE"
We all, it seems, come to realise it in the end. Even curmudgeonly old geezers like Burroughs.
Far better of course for us and everybody else that we realise it sooner, rather than later! It might just save the planet.
About Me
- HumbleMuppet
- Norwich, United Kingdom
- A stupid man who had the love of the most beautiful woman and blew it. But who wants to make good. This is my very public apology to her, her family and her friends. I wasn't a cheater or wife beater, but what I did do was take her love for granted and abuse the privilege of being her partner. I was immature and selfish. I do not blame her for wanting away. But I want her back. I love her so much and want nobody else. Truly. She is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I am ready for a grown up relationship. I am ready to take responsibility for being a father and partner. I have grown up. The road will be long and quite probably impassable. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. If only he'd done it years ago!!
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