Continuing on from my previous post, I found a rather good way of, well, putting it. Courtesy of Oscar Wilde. There are a multitude of things around for me to rant about right now, but I'll just finish off the issues broached in my previous post first. In an attempt to show that I have some sense of organisation.
Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.
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