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Love Email, 6
My Dear Etta,
Having
a beautiful woman on one’s arm is no small treasure, to be sure.
Many men aspire to have such a trophy in their life; it strengthens
their vanity, and makes them look important in other people's eyes
and puffs up their pride. My being with you had similar impact on my
personality. Your beauty, darling, has had the effect of further
swelling and already swollen head. Yet allow me this story, or
parable that I once heard.
There
was an elderly Swedish university professor. In addition to his
teaching responsibilities, he was a medical doctor. He was wise and
very learned. He had spent many years at study and his students held
him in high esteem. Everyone considered him a good man and turned to
him for advice on proper conduct. Through his knowledge of medicine
and strength of his experience he had saved many lives. Many regarded
him as having a power of example. Although his tenure lasted almost
to the end of the twentieth century, his dress was old-fashioned. He
wore an long, black coat, a frock even during the summer.
One
day when he was walking through woods outside his university
somewhere
in Sweden, he noticed a frog frantically hopping about his feet.
When he stopped to observe this frog, he was startled. He believed
he might be hearing that the animal, that the frog was speaking to
him. The voice was tiny and barely audible. He picked up the frog
and gave it the pedestal of his flattened hand. Sure enough the frog
was speaking to him, and, when the Doctor lifted his hand closer to
his hearing, he heard the frog. Its vocalization was feminine and
clearly pleading, "Kiss me! Kiss me! I am a beautiful princess!
A jealous sorcerer cursed me into this animal form, because I had
refused his advances. If you kiss me, I shall be transformed back to
my original human shape. I am a beauty, a princess! If you kiss me, I
shall be yours. I shall love you forever."
When the Doctor hesitated to implant the kiss, and instead began to ponder the situation, the frog repeated the refrain in the sweetest, most heart rendering supplication. But the
When the Doctor hesitated to implant the kiss, and instead began to ponder the situation, the frog repeated the refrain in the sweetest, most heart rendering supplication. But the
Doctor
simply placed the frog into his long coat's side pocket. He then
carefully secured the pocket's flap.
The Doctor proceeded down the path, but he could still hear the frog's pleas. Over and again. he could hear the frog, though its voice was muffled as it emerged from his pocket. The frog sorrowfully continued, “Kiss me! Kiss me!” And again, “Kiss me! Kiss me! I am a beautiful princess! A sorcerer, mad because I rejected his advances, cursed me into this awful shape. If you kiss me I shall be transformed back to my original human shape. I am beautiful. If you kiss me, I shall be yours. I shall l love you forever.”
Finally the Doctor stopped. He removed the frog from his frock's pocket and, before the frog could again return its earnest petition, he said.“Frankly,” he said to the frog, which was now in his hand and facing his face, "at this stage of my life, I must insist, I would rather have a talking frog!" He repeated his estimation, although, as he said it, greater resolve appeared in his voice: “Yes, at this stage of my life, I would rather have a talking frog!"
The Doctor proceeded down the path, but he could still hear the frog's pleas. Over and again. he could hear the frog, though its voice was muffled as it emerged from his pocket. The frog sorrowfully continued, “Kiss me! Kiss me!” And again, “Kiss me! Kiss me! I am a beautiful princess! A sorcerer, mad because I rejected his advances, cursed me into this awful shape. If you kiss me I shall be transformed back to my original human shape. I am beautiful. If you kiss me, I shall be yours. I shall l love you forever.”
Finally the Doctor stopped. He removed the frog from his frock's pocket and, before the frog could again return its earnest petition, he said.“Frankly,” he said to the frog, which was now in his hand and facing his face, "at this stage of my life, I must insist, I would rather have a talking frog!" He repeated his estimation, although, as he said it, greater resolve appeared in his voice: “Yes, at this stage of my life, I would rather have a talking frog!"
He
then returned the frog to his coat's pocket, carefully secured the
flap, and continued down the path back to the
university.
He
was wise and very learned. He had spent many years at library study
and at his medical practice. He was a professor at the university.
Everyone considered him righteous and turned to him for advice on
proper conduct. Through his practice of medicine and his strength of
character he had saved many lives.
I am most truly yours, S
I am most truly yours, S
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