English way

Caressing that marvelous body of hers, breathing in her adolescence, her insecurity, her vulgar mindlessness. Stroking her hair, kissing her. Wondering how much of those feelings is reality and how much just a projection of my own imagination and sentiment.

Rationale: that's what's driving me in most cases but this. Drowning in as there's no solution other than cut it short or wait. Perhaps in vain, perhaps forever. No equation, no fundamental law to make things right — there's no equations and no laws.

Caressing that marvelous body of hers meaning to caress my brain to calm.

Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the English way

This is not my way. It's only a cold turkey of Sunday afternoon.