Less（Draft）

When Robert won the prize, it came to him, at that very moment, that the prononciation per se was not /pju/ for the first syllable of the famous literary award plitzer. And he sighed to his lover Arthur Less, "Prizes are not love. Because people who never met you cannot love you." Is this "love" from those fans and admirers of a prize winner the synonym for pseudo love when it is all around? If Robert perceives this poet laureate status a delusion, he would feel nothing but a void deep inside when he stood out of all finalists.

What about when the line with two Capital-letter words prop up? The End, of this novel. I got a little agitated and restless during my reading job, I confess. A speck of feeling cheated, along with despondency actually. Just felt down in the dumps.