He is like a serpent. He can both enthral and repel with his unusual, piercing eyes. They seem penetrate deep into a person’s heart with its hidden secrets. I can’t stand him yet I’m attracted to him. I’ve tried so hard to resist him but I can’t. Sometimes, I wish I’d never met him.
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After four years of studying at university, it was time for a carefree vacation.
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Shy and accomplished in school, she comes from a long line of academics.
Her works include The Death of Socrates and Six Tragedies of Seneca.
She was interested in the ways and methods that Socrates used to educate people and his death as an image. Her interest in Seneca stemmed from the fact that, “he’s so precise in articulating what it means to have a very, very clear vision of the good life and to be completely unable to follow through on living the good life.”
In 2017, Emily Wilson, British classicist and professor, became the first woman to publish a translation of Homer’s Odyssey, the second oldest extant work of Western literature into English.
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Source: Wikipedia
Alexi and Gerrard were walking through the plaza, arms linked when they ran into Ajax.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Gerrard greeted him.
“Nothing much.” He looked at Alexi, his expression glacial.
“Hi, Ajax.”
“Hi.”
Gerrard’s cell rang. “Excuse me.” He walked away.
“I thought you two were just friends.”
“We are.”
“I hope so.”
“Why?”
“Alexi, I…”
Just then Gerrard rejoined them. “Am I interrupting something?”
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Armand and I are spending the afternoon in a beautiful French rural idyll. It’s nice not worrying about running into someone we know. We can hold hands in public, something we can’t do in London because none of our friends or family suspect that we’re involved. We’re forced to hide our love.
Armand and his wife, Etienne are separated. I dated their son, Michel but I broke up with him after I met Armand.
“Happy?” Armand asks me now.
I nod. “Extremely.”
We kiss.
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He’s a brilliant man and artist whose mercurial temperament has left him with very few friends. I’m the only one who puts up with his moods. Call it love or call it madness. I can’t tell the difference.
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“No matter which way you spin this, you’re violating that poor woman.”
Toshiro looked at his sister, Miko. She was livid which wasn’t surprising since she was a Human Rights Activist. For some foolish reason he had told her about Ife. Perhaps it was his guilty conscience which had been eating away at him. He should have known that Miko would react this way. He sighed. “You’re right.”
“Stop getting your jollies with her.”
“It’s more than just sex for me, Miko.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve fallen in love with her.”
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This is the sequel to Ife’s Toilet Crisis
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