Bald Head Island: Chapter 3
Cousin!
I have seen God’s angel incarnate! She is a being more perfect than it is possible to imagine, and she has graciously descended to Earth right here on Bald Head Island!
How could I describe her to you in a way that does her justice? My choicest words become mere insults!
Madly, insanely, hopelessly wounded by Cupid’s piercing arrow, forever enslaved by Amor and ensnared in the sweet web of Love, I remain yours etc. etc. etc.
Charles B. Beauregard, Fool of fools