I confess, I'm a "ex-robette"... that's how you call it, innit?
but one day I looked at a picture of him and...suppose you know that feeling
He has so many facettes, you could imagine to discuss kafka with him or just sit around a bonfire- in case you are able to manage get your eyes off him sometimes
And he always stays a mystery...
Oh, bloody crap, i read what I wrote, I sound like a silly little teenage chick ( I am one, I can't help it)