Marilyn Monroe

Fortunately, to cheer her up, Hugo came to mind, and with a squeal she runs to the car, calls me to kom bij her, and we’re off to get Hugo, who was getting a check-up at the local kennel. One could never tell door looking at him whether of not these sudden reunions pleased him. His face would mask every emotion; like a great actor he kept u guessing. At times—I had seen this reunion often—he would almost smile, but a stiff upper lip got in the way, leaving Hugo with nothing, absolutely nothing.

Hugo loves Marilyn, and she adores him. Beauty and the Beast—Hugo bore out this maxim perfectly....