Peasants of the Rock, Paper, Shotgun domain, I am infatuated. I have fallen deeply, irrevocably in love. Her charms are many: a name long and flowing, full of confusion and wonder. An original look that picks her out of any crowd. Vocabulary that’s reduced me to little more than a muttering wreck, in awe of verbage I could only pray to match. And a voice, dear reader, what a voice. Come, be quiet, and just listen to Hot Tin Roof.