Not exact matches
Love in the Time of Cholera is almost laughable, since it asks the viewer to
buy into Florentino's patently
ridiculous rationalization and into the idea that he somehow remained ever faithful to Fermina as the
number of notches on his busy bedpost mounted.
So, after spending an hour at the election booth with that
ridiculous Senate voting paper, filling in EVERY
number on the top line, because I understood that would make my vote more worthy, I headed off to
buy a new toilet suite.