While our protagonist, HH, is being driven to a state of rose-coloured
insanity by young Lo, Lo’s mama has designs on him herself. She writes him a delightfully
desperate and idiotic letter expressing her (oh so hopeless) intentions. It
carries the line:
I know how reserved
you are, how ‘British.’ Your old world reticence, your sense of decorum may be
shocked by the boldness of an American girl!
Ah yes, I think I’ve been there. (A long time ago.)
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