"In the big city the twin spirits Romance and Adventure are always abroad seeking worthy wooers. As we roam the streets they slyly peep at us and challenge us in twenty different guises. Without knowing why, we look up suddenly to see in a window a face that seems to belong to our gallery of intimate portraits; in a sleeping thoroughfare we hear a cry of agony and fear coming from an empty and shuttered house; instead of at our familiar curb a cab-driver deposits us before a strange door, which one, with a smile, opens us and bids us enter; a slip of paper, written upon, flutters down to our feet from the high lattices of Change; we exchange glances of instantaneous hate, affection, and fear with hurrying strangers in the passing crowds; a sudden souse of rain -- and our umbrella may be sheltering the daughter of the Full Moon and first cousin of the Sidereal System; at every corner handkerchiefs drop, fingers beckon, eyes beseige, and the lost, the lonely, the rapturous, the mysterious, the perilous changing clues of adventure are slipped into our fingers."
It may sound feminine, but I can see myself one day, walking down the street, when a soft hand is laid upon my arm, I turn around, and trip and fall in Love... Doesn't Love just sound adventurous?
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