Saturday, May 30, 2009

Or So I Was Saying

"If when beauty fades, thought, the deft and unseen sculptor, hath not left his subtle lines upon the face, then all is lost. No charm is left. The light is out. There is no flame within to glorify the wrinkled clay.”

Or at least that's what I think when I'm watching The Girls Next Door.

And now, watch my recut of "The Women."

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