Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly. <br /> <br />I handed her the mirror, and said: <br />Please address these questions to the proper person! <br />Please make all requests to head-quarters! <br />In all matters of emotional importance <br />please approach the supreme authority direct! - <br /> <br />So I handed her the mirror. <br />And she would have broken it over my head, <br />but she caught sight of her own reflection <br />and that held her spellbound for two seconds <br />while I fled.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intimates-2/
