Hypertext Fiction-coursework!!!!
Catherine Lamin
and all the things associated with her
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
Bah humbug, haven't done any of this website design malarky for ages! God, have this new digital camera thingy so I feel I have to update my life a little bit. Right then, let see what i can do...