Was Kushanashvili almost driven to suicide?
In the hands of songwriters, the word burns, crackles, sparkles, squeals, hisses. In their hands, when they are in good shape, the word “opportunity” - just heard - is compared with the word “fool”, Bond rhymes, naturally, with beau monde, and Sunday morning, like mine, with their blessing begins with the irresistible line “Can you hear the heart beating between your legs?” These special people can drive the faint of heart to a polar state, fraught with suicide. “Stop, stop, stop, wheels!