It was. It will never be again. Remember.

“... love was not a quantifiable substance. There was always more of it somewher…”

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“If I hit that tree with this stone, Rousseau says, all will go well in my life …”

“He no longer wished to be dead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was…”