That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a
bandage for dirty sores. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most
promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble
stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they
call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love--thetotal passion for the total
height--you're incapable of anything less

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