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terça-feira, 2 de novembro de 2010

fidelity


Some words of dear Henry James, the only man with whom I shall spend my whole nights and days from now on.

“Isn’t what you describe perhaps the expectation- or at any rate the sense of danger, familiar to so many people- of falling in love?"


“Do you mean because you’ve been in love?” And then as he but looked at her in silence: “ You’ve been in love and it hasn’t meant such a cataclysm, hasn’t proved the great affair?”
“Here I am, you see. It hasn’t been overwhealming.”
“Then, it hasn’t been love,” said May Bartram.

It must have been love. But he went on believing on the contrary. Avoiding saying and feeling the 'L' word. Dealing with it as it was a real Beast.
To be continued...


(Going nuts analysing The Beast in the Jungle- Henry James, 1903)

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