Having my way with Ulysses

The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful.

Lady, you are the fairest here8:14 pm

You are lovely, Gerty, you know that don’t you sweetie.  Oh pobrecita, please don’t cry.  I see your face, so infinitely sad, wistful, but chica your face is going to freeze that way. You’re doing the ugly cry honey, I’m here to tell you it doesn’t look good.  Yes, you need to have a good cry, let off those pent-up feelings, but honey.  Honey.  The snot.  Here, blow.  You are getting all blotchy and your eyes are going to swell up.  Take a peek, go ahead.  Look at me.  See?  Now come on, you know how to cry nicely in front of me, let’s take it down a notch and try again.  There you go.  That’s better.  Now I can give you a nice lovely reflection.  You are lovely, Gerty.