The most precious of gifts bestowed on men by providence is the timeless beauty of women. We, as hapless men, can argue all we want on the virtues of inner magnificence or the splendor of the mind. We can write volumes on our esteem for the genius of women, about our respect for their intellect, about our humility in the face of their admirable spirit and more. Yet in an ultimate moment of lucidity and honesty and beyond all what has been said and written over the years, before political correctness and thereafter, I was, I still am, I will forever remain in love with beautiful looking women. I will not attempt to muffle the voices in my head. I won’t turn my demons down. I’m talking about visual beauty, about the outer shell no matter how deceiving it might be, about the curves and contours of the female body regardless of how shallow I actually am. For all of the above and for reasons beyond, I am enchanted, enthralled, rapt by the sight of a seductively animalistic, dazzling
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Heart pounding in my throat, I buried my face in my hands. The gun roared. It’s done, then. I’m eighteen and alone. I have no one left in the world. I received this unique tag from my friend DJ. 1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages) So I picked one of the several books on the nightstand by my bed. One I happen to be reading with great attention. "The Kite Runner" is an extraordinary first novel by Khaled Hosseini, an Afghan physician living in Southern California. 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. I did! 5. Tag five people. Instead of doing that, I modified the tag so that it means something, to me at least. 5. What do you have to say about this book in less than 3 sentences. I haven't even reached the halfway point . Accordingly, I can only talk about what I have read so far. BEAUTIFUL!