Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters. Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.
There are times, Sember, when I could believe your mother had a secret lover. Looking at you makes me wonder if it was one of my goats.
It was as though applied mathematics was my spouse, and pure mathematics was my secret lover.
Like other secret lovers, many speak mockingly about popular culture to conceal their passion for it.
or simply:
