It's true! I am tender-hearted. Listen to this, which appeared in this month's Harper's, in the Findings section:
"Slugs are eating baby birds, but no defense mechanism has yet been exhibited by adult birds, one of whom was observed incubating a slug that was eating the bird’s chicks."
That makes me so sad. It was really, really hard to copy that from the magazine. But I can't stop thinking about it.
& I cry at movies, & at television shows, & all sorts of things. I was very moved by the movie Ulee's Gold, for example, which I saw with my friend Molly. I wept at the very end, & she was a bit astonished; she told me, "You're like a hard candy with a soft center!"
Maybe this is all evident to you - I was told by someone who had first heard me on the radio that he pictured me as a rather frail, fey boy, since I played so much twee music. Alas, that is not the case. At least on the outside. But boy am I tender-hearted!
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