When Words Don't Matter
The fatal poison of irresponsible power was already in her hands, and soon commenced its infernal work. That cheerful eye, under the influence of slavery, soon became red with rage; that voice, made all of sweet accord, changed to one of harsh and …
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Valentine's Day: our readers on the power of love
sings Rush in her ballad The Power of Love. Well, not in my house. Love manifests itself in a beep, a roar, a swear word and the sound of the cat leaping off the bed. The next half an hour is a bit of a blur. Kettle on, toast down, cat fed, …
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