Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
That line comes from one of the first stories I ever heard as a young girl. Today, it remains one of my favorite stories. It’s also nice to see that as a timeless classic, this particular story endures. It also must have been repeated so many times in modern classics, twenty-first century romance, literary and thrilling fiction tomes. The craving for attention and sometimes the vanity that is part of our human nature that goes with it helps add excitement, drama and suspense to the many stories that we read and watch.
Yes, we even watch our favorite stories. Many of you, like me sometimes, are just too darn tired on some days to spend even an hour of concentrated focus reading a good book. Instead, we fall to the temptations of our favorite couch, lean back or curl up, switch on the TV and watch whatever is an attraction to us. Many of you are fans of the daily soap. I almost typed out soup. Perhaps I was thinking of that more than soaps.
Although, I wouldn’t mind having a look around for some nice, aromatic and rose petal smelling soaps to spruce up my bathroom. I wouldn’t mind purchasing a few scented candles to get rid of the pongs in my small apartment. My bedroom window is open, so fresh air is wafting through it as I busily type out this post for you. I’m having a bit of a problem with my hearing lately, so can’t hear the birds tweeting outside.
I do hope to see some of them when I head out for a quick walk just now. This is something I simply must do. I’m feeling a bit stiff now and it is likely that I am going to be busy at my desk for most of this day. No complaints, mind you. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, right? It’s good that way. At least I can fend for myself. Work pays the rent and for all the other daily necessities.
Now, I must make provision for the doctor too. That’s life. I was thinking of soup just now. It’s a bright and sunny day where I am but there’s a cold chill coming along with the mist that seems to be heading our way from the Atlantic shoreline. Never mind that. It’s
Here is also a story about a love doctor.
Oh dear. For a moment my mind almost went blank. I almost forgot who this love doctor was. I’m going to tell you a short story about this famous doctor and another man who created him. Yes, Dr. Zhivago is not a real person. He is a work of fiction. Dr. Zhivago, to my mind, is one of the greatest (and most tragic) love stories ever told. This exceptional man’s love, by the way, stretches way beyond the love he felt for just one and two good women.
Those late night DJs who proclaim themselves as love doctors have nothing in comparison to this great protagonist. At the very least, they are pelting out agreeably melodious rhythm and blues classics for late night lovers. At their utmost worst, they are turning the latest hits which leave nothing to the imagination in regard to its base and suggestive lyrics. Now, I need to point out that I’m no prude.
I am just as liberal and open minded as the next modern woman, especially those who are independent and free-spirited. But come on ladies, where’s the creativity and skill in concocting such rubbish. A quick and easy scribble on the notepad has led to many a hip-hop artist and pop star producing a mega-million dollar hit. But every now and again, you get women who are very good with the creation of their lyrics.
You get girls like Enya and Adele. There are countless others. Joni Mitchell does not count. Her music breaks my heart. There are guys out there who know how to creatively produce good lyrics and imaginative and toe-tapping songs all about love. I’m not a Madonna fan. Boy, has she aged (un)well. Age catches you eventually. But more than twenty years ago she put out one decent record which I used to listen to over and over again.
It was called True Blue. One of the songs on that album was called Love Makes the World Go Round. While I was thinking about how to compose this post, I suddenly had that song in mind, after all these years. But I had been thinking a lot more about the great Russian poet, Boris Pasternak, and his timeless modern classic and love story, Dr Zhivago. I have the paperback version of this book on my shelf.
I am itching to begin reading it. I have a