<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>I giggled at Jules, feeling<span style="font-style: italic">girlish</span>for the first time in awhile - and impressed, at how<span style="font-style: italic">well-read</span>he was. “I don’t<span style="font-style: italic">dislike</span>Woolf,” I agreed, “but for me, Romeo and Juliet.<span style="font-style: italic">She</span>fakes her death, so they can be together, but he finds her, and takes poison. She wakes, finds him dying, takes him into her… and they die together.” I shook my head. “I used to think it was so<span style="font-style: italic">romantic</span>, even if<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>she’d just reform him. Vore’s come a long way since the enlightenment. Things aren’t<span style="font-style: italic">medieval</span>anymore,” I smile, “and thank goodness for that.”