tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333876351532895745.post2512019203129255082..comments2023-07-01T08:35:38.015-04:00Comments on When I was One and Twenty...: Wanted, wanted Dolores Haze...Eric Norrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14134441351114653719noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333876351532895745.post-26630071709338004402009-08-21T12:17:22.626-04:002009-08-21T12:17:22.626-04:00I know. And Dolly has always been fond of you...I know. And Dolly has always been fond of you...Eric Norrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14134441351114653719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333876351532895745.post-38611946831919154802009-08-21T08:34:13.402-04:002009-08-21T08:34:13.402-04:00lovely. and i've always loved Dolly, anyway, a...lovely. and i've always loved Dolly, anyway, as you already know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333876351532895745.post-25155831502169660042009-08-20T22:45:22.934-04:002009-08-20T22:45:22.934-04:00"...perhaps this odd little bird was not enti...<i>"...perhaps this odd little bird was not entirely a stranger to tenderness."</i><br /><br />A clear and perfect shot of the language. <i>Francine Prose</i> would agree with me.Chweebushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05531151749117099727noreply@blogger.com