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Fashions change, as they must.  Today we are given an excess of personal information - people are too openly revealed.  There is something about Burton and Taylor in the gossip columns that foretells the ubiquity and dirty delight of social media, Twitter, TikTok, Instagram, jingles, ringtones, and the rest of the total shite, but in themselves, to my mind, and in their films, which generally await re-evaluation, they are like posters of palaces and golden domes in a travel agency window, advertisements for a land of smiles, a place which will stay just out of reach. 

But who wants the pedestrian, the pedantic?  I personally want everything concerning Burton and Taylor to be louder, more clamorous, more garish, like unicorn herds carved in crystal.  How much better, than mine or yours, a life like Taylor’s, who was able to both proliferate and to vanish, becoming a perfume or series of psychedelic prints. 

I bred her in my bones.

From Erotic Vagrancy by Roger Lewis.