• "If you could have but known that she would be all your dreams realized then you might not have gone and broke her heart? But you have no one to blame but yourself. you shoul have thought about what you were going to do, before you were going to do. Instead you didn't bother to think about a damn thing until the cinsequences of your actions had already come full cirlce. Well, it is not my problem, but since you came looking for advice, I suppose i should give you some. Next time, don't be an a**."

    "Well that is hardly helpful at all."

    "Maybe not now. Adivce was not made to help the person in the whole , but rather to help you avoid the next one my good sir. Now if you wanted helo with your current predicament, well it is a lost cause. There is no hope, no helping you. you have had your cake now eat it too."

    "Why do you insist on being so harsh with me? I know perfectly well what I have done. I know there is no hope, no helping it. I know that I should move one and let life get on, but I don't want to. Everything about the love we had was, in the very essence of the word, special. It was something that is coveted by angels, and wrote about only by men like Shakespeare and Poe. It is high mannerism; it is universal and greater than all money and gold and diamonds in the world. If I were a poor man, I would feel richer than the queen of England if she would only smile at me and allow me the pleasure of basking in her love."

    "Well you certainly sound like a man in love. You have indeed copied Shakespeare's words and mannerisms about love. But what would Poe say to it? How would he describe the love you so desperately cling to even though hope of it ever lasting is slim to none?"

    "Poe would cry out in the darkness. She would be the light that saves a soul from the encroaching darkness. She would be the saving hand from despair and insanity. Her grace and love and ever forgiving good nature would put angel's to shame, and God would call her his best work yet. She would be the light of the world, the promise that there is more to life than the rank of a monotonous existence. The guarentee that urban decay and endless soul seraching in an era of isolation and machinery are not going to run our lives into the ground."

    "Oh my boy, you hae in fac fulfilled every promise made about you. But it is time to move on. She has gone -never to return. You can only move forward and hope that one day you will find that which your heart craves, that which your soul desires, that which you live off. Come now. let us abandon these dreadful thoughts and delight ourselves in drink."

    "What good does the drink do for any man?"

    "The drink makes a mans heart light, and thus makes the woes of man less. Poe knew it, Shakespeare said it, and even the philosophers of the world drank in the hardest of times. It is okay to be light and leave behind the pains of your mistakes. Take them up again tomorrow. Tonight be nothing more than a man who was cast out of love and now makes his way in a dim and grismal world -a man who overcomes his own adversitly."

    "Fine. But I detest the drink all the same, if for no other reason than it turns every man into nothing more than a mockery of his former sober self"

    "That's a good lad. Come now -off to the pub!"