Donna and I made love until four o'clock in the morning. On the way to brunch, the hawk came to the window. We have a terrace on the ninth floor and by the window at a right angle, the hawk landed on an air conditioner on the fourteenth floor. She finally got to see the hawk from less than approximately thirty-fourty feet. We could see his profile, his face after he had spread his brown and white wings. We have a hawk.
As for me, Donna has allowed me to listen to Old Time Radio EVERYNIGHT for the last year. I'm now listening to a series from 1939, The Shadow of Fu Man Chu. It began with The CBS Radio Mystery Theater, with E. G Marshall, and then The Inner Sanctum. Nyland Smith is searching for The Man With the Limp. He is insinuating that behind Fu Man Chu is an evil empress, hidden in a buddhist monastery. The name of tonight's first episode is The Flower of Silence. I listen to three episodes a night at present. As I type, it has concluded and I'm beginning the next episode, The Man With the Limp.
My reason is Art-to become a better novelist, to increase my command of the language.
(The character is as British as Holmes, and lives on the same street, for that matter.)
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