I came upon you and gasped. I’d known your predecessors intimately and inanely. I held you in my hand, I thought and smiled. You will be read and you will be enjoyed in all your simple sexuality. You tell the story by an anonymous writer (all of your stories come from anonymous writers) to not only tease my genitals, but also my intellect. You tease my soul. I want to bend you in my hands, but you make me demure and I hold my breath with you. You entrance me with your story of Harmon du Prés, told delicately, but with raw passion. Your language gives rise to my manhood and my soul. You, Pocket Canon should be picked up and passed to friends. You need to be shared, and we know you like it that way. (JP)
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