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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

I understand it fine and well, Andre Gide.

You understand, don't you, or do i need to say it again, that i was a novice in such matters of love? Perhaps it was the novelty that gave our wedding night such grace... For, in my memory, it is as if that first night were the only one, so much does the expectation and the surprise of love add to the delicious pleasure of the experience- great love needs only a single night to express itself, and my memory insists on recalling that one night alone. It was a single moment which entwined both our souls in its laughter... But i believe that love reaches a certain pitch once and once only, which the soul ever after seeks in vain to surpass; that in striving to resurrect that happiness, it actually wears it out; that nothing is more fatal to happiness than the memory of happiness. Alas, i remember that night...

posted by voyeur @ 6/14/2005 01:48:00 AM