I’ve never had any interest in a Jaguar – nor Kate Winslet, for that matter, but I could be persuaded to change my mind about the later.
As much as I can rant about shallow Hollywood types, I guess we all have our human fragilities and limitations.
As one of my favorite Pastors once said, how can we rail against sin unless we understand it and the inevitable savage pilgrimage that results? For which I have always resorted to reading D. H. Lawrence – (in spite of Kate Millet’s reproach) who, to the best of my knowledge, never used the term headlights. It is one opportunity for censorship for which one can be sure he regrets.
Anyway, one of my old cars on the farm sure is just happy to see the picture of Ms. Winslet – err. I mean the Jaguar.
And with that, I’ll quit while I’m behind. To continue will invite a visit to the monastery of Monte Cassino.
If you are thoroughly confused, click on: “It's inspired some other things, too.”
KED
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