OKAY, SO HERE’S the thing. My mother’s worst fear has come true. I’m a nymphomaniac. I lust after a lot of men. Of course, maybe that’s because I don’t actually actually have sex with any. And some of my lustings probably aren’t

But by Alexander Liholiho’s time some of them at least were ready to let their cables into the earth and accept the kingdom, with all its faults, as home.

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.

Well I walk right on up to your rebel roadside
The one that rambles on for a million miles
Yes I walk down this road searchin’ for your love
And my soul too
When I find ya I ain’t gonna let go.