Do you find a scene such as this, to be a romantic scene: To be of age. and to be lying-and-dying in your lovers perfumed arms, as the last falling ashes of light, sluiced through her entangling hair, drips softly into the expanding pools of dawn just moments before the dying flees with the last of your beauty….
And you begin to steel…
For your last dying words; these obscure words from PLATO. “I throw the apple at you, and if you are willing to love me, take it and share your girlhood with me, but if your thoughts are what i prey they are not, even then take it, and consider how short lived is beauty.”
-So my prosecutors. My judges. And my peers. You tell me! Is this a romantic scene?
…Or is it only instead, yet another lazy factory reprint of, SHAKESPEAREAN Barbarism??
* The apple was Dear to Aphrodite: To throw an apple at someone was to declare one’s love, to catch and hold it, to show one’s acceptance. From the Complete Works Of PLATO