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What I Love In A Woman Is Not What She Is In And For Herself, But The Side Of Herself She Turns Towards Me, What She Is For Me. I Love Her As Character In Our Common Love Story. What Wuld Hamlet Be Without The Castle At Elsinore, Without Ophelia, Without All The Concrete Situations He Goes Through, What Would He Be Without The Text Of His Part? What Would Be Left But An Empty, Dumb, Illusory Essence?

Perhaps All The Questions We Ask Of Love, To Measure, Test, Probe, And Save It, Have The Additional Effect Of Cutting It Short.

What I Need Most Of All Is Certainty.

I Think, Therefore I Am' Is The Statement Of An Intellectual Who Underrates Toothaches.

Kitsch Excludes Everything From Its Purview Which Is Essentially Unacceptable In Human Existence.