Or Mary Shelley, wow i would have run away with her, but i suspect i was not of her intellect.
Note her mother.
And Shelley, not 500 years old yet.

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BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

Was he a mate of costas?

And the point is, you live your life.
We all laughed.
They know me and i them.
Not a mango thread of stupidity.
Tell me to my face.
I will laugh as did all.
Welcome to my soi hippity.

Try reading, my son came by, went into the shop for ice. I was with the local mafia, although son is well aware, as are all, of who these guys are.
The stranger asked me was i one of the crew. Joke. 
It is a case of monkeys, Thai style.
See no etc.
You stay off me and i ignore you.
I know their business and they know i know.
Goes right up to the very top.

I can not influence that.

Feminism in Thailand. Try crossing the matriarch.
I am of no consequence to the power brokers in our family. The women.
Sure can play the games, but even father knows the limits.
Sister in law, hell, one bad ass. I like her, is my first line of defence.
Do not mess.
Ask for a little push and shove, then she's the one.
Oh we are not talking punches, far more subtle.

I've wondered how long will the English language last?

I guess 500 years from now no one will speak it anymore.