About the Beatles, and the Rolling Stones, Sandie Shaw of the bare feet, and Dusty Springfield.I talked about loving Lucy's auburn hair and green eyes... her sense of humour, her total, unlimited loyalty to her friends, and our love for each other. About marrying, and struggling to buy our first home ... and our inability to have children. About the way our love for nature in general, and in particular for the sea, grew; how we learned to sail, and how we had planned to sail round the world,. There was a comforting light around her.. its presence was indicating something in her mind, yet she could not grasp the meaning. She felt herself being drawn as she floated through a feeling she had not felt in years…that haze of love that takes away all fears… emptiness… pain. But she passed through it, and as she struggled to stay there, she got further away… and felt the all-encompassing pain of reality. ***** He watched her seem to fight something in her sleep, saw the pain evident on her. Jab ham uske ghar jate to woh kitchen me khana banati thi, aur drawing room se kitchen nazar ata tha. Mujhe malom tha ke uski shadi ho chuki hai, lekin woh shadi uski pasand se nahin hoi thi. Me uske parents se nazar churaa kar usko dekha karta tha lekin woh shuru me itna dhayan nahin deti thi, lekin alvida karte waqt hamesha eik ajeeb si smile deti thi.. She is 5″5′ ft sexiest figure or sexiest body lekin kya btaon dosto uski gaand kitni khusbsorat thi…jab soh chalti to peeche se mulaym si. I recall getting it out of the library, but nothing else. And here it was. I took it from the shelf, found myself a table, and settled down to read. It was after lunch when I emerged from skimming and browsing. I never got to the 1864 war.That was what Jim had been talking about. Gillespie's murder was a way for me to avoid doing any "real" (= scholarly) work. In fact, I guess that even agreeing to serve on that SDSU committee was work-avoidance. One could, after all, weasel out of everything..