I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.
I was always told from the hat-makers that you should have your hair up because it shows the hat more. It feels more 'done' when your hair is up.
My dad can be pretty critical sometimes.
I love hats; I love putting hats on. They are artwork. You can always go out and find a dress to wear for some occasion, but there are not that many occasions you can wear a hat.
I don't mind a big fascinator. I think there is more scope for artwork in a fascinator rather than a hat.
I don't think about the media.
Virtually everything that gets printed about me is wrong anyway, so it doesn't really matter what you say.
However long I serve in public life, I'll stand on that basic liberty of the right to keep and bear arms.
I obviously irritate people. I obviously antagonise them.
The images were gone, but Calvin was there, was with her, was part of her. She had moved beyond knowing him in sensory images to that place which is beyond images. Now she was kything Calvin, not red hair, or freckles, or eager blue eyes, or the glowing smile; nor was she hearing the deep voice with the occasional treble cracking; not any of this, but - Calvin. She was with Calvin, kything with every atom of her being, returning to him all the fortitude and endurance and hope which he had given her.
You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".