Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. There were perhaps a hundred or so adults living in the town. We met a cousin of hers, Jonas, and I was introduced to him as husband. His eyes widened a little at that. They were even wider as Elena explained what happened when and just before we met. He seemed genuinely glad to see us. Elena didn't know who Buckskin was so his name was a mystery. Though Jonas seemed to be glad for her, I had a feeling in the back of my mind that he knew more about Buckskin and the situation than he was. "We had an alarm tripped at this address Miss. We need to confirm thatyou haven't been burgled or that you are not under duress," the policemensaid through the doorway."Oh yes I'm fine officer," the fake Diana called back. Hopefully thatwould get rid of them and he could get out of this bodysuit thing."I'm sorry Miss, we have to confirm you are not under duress and confirmyour identity with our finger print reader," the officer said clearlythrough the door. "I'm going to disable the alarm if.Read More
