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[09 Nov 2009|01:59pm] |
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| i've spent the afternoon going through a box of old diaries and letters |
[07 Nov 2009|03:33pm] |
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"Well, do you know," said the Major, "it seems to me there is really only one supreme contact, the contact of love. Mind you, the love may take on an infinite variety of forms. And in my opinion, no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honor what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms. And that is all that there is in life, it seems to me. I grant you, if you deny the variety of love, you deny love altogether. If you try to specialise love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multiform, else it is just tyranny, just death."
-The Ladybird, D.H. Lawrence
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[03 Nov 2009|02:23pm] |
want badly:
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[02 Nov 2009|11:51am] |

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