tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963729539410388556.post3931855695757157648..comments2023-10-25T04:10:11.521-05:00Comments on Learning To Live: TodayCarlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15102582974921321651noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963729539410388556.post-67229880725840637442008-03-01T02:45:00.000-06:002008-03-01T02:45:00.000-06:00As I read "Whatever Happened to Carla," a remake o...As I read "Whatever Happened to Carla," a remake of the opening courtroom scene from The Devil's Advocate was playing in my mind. I could almost feel the defense attorney breathing his words on the jury's faces, turning your letter that's devoid of emotion into paranoid rambling.<BR/><BR/>At the same time, I couldn't imagine any reader of that letter who wouldn't be able to fill in the fear that was your emotion. You ought to just say it: Sometimes men are real bastards.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com