The beautiful heroine might be thinking, How long must I bury my face on this wretched man's shoulder? Such is not the always the case, but quite often it is.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
A man who dies, no matter how terrible his crime was, must be brought to burial.
Oh, you ask me, what is the greatest torture of a person who does portraits for a living? I could fill several volumes with nice nasty stories. I don't know.
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
Justice should remove the bandage from her eyes long enough to distinguish between the vicious and the unfortunate.
One of the things that all authors of fiction must learn to judge is whether - and in what detail - to describe the face of a character.
The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
There are few things more dreadful than dealing with a man who knows he is going under, in his own eyes, and in the eyes of others. Nothing can help that man. What is left of that man flees from what is left of human attention.
The story is always in service to the characters, and is only as long or short, or neat or ragged as it needs to be.
If anyone at my funeral has a long face, I'll never speak to him again.