"Discovering the Secret of a Man's Soul" is certainly a tag line which would sell itself to me. You recommend it?
I've just finished, the other night, The French Lieutenant's Woman, by Fowles. A mesmerisingly seductive, always unpredictable, richly observed and brilliantly woven novel, layered, complex and utterly of its time. Perhaps a definitive dissection of Victorian society, sexual repression, social emancipation. I could almost read it again.
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
