Anywoo...this isn't really the place for those things. I guess I'll leave this with a quote for tonight.
I read this passage the other day in "Tender Is The Night." I wanted to read something else by Fitzgerald...Gatsby was the only thing I've read previously. I bought the book months ago, but was caught up in a bit of Hemingway and smut reading mania.
Anyway, this passage caught my eye...not that I've ever been in love (Like, yes. Lust, yes. But sadly, I suppose, never love.). It does seem to go through the motions, when observing other people's relations. However, I do like the happier stages best...don't we all?
"They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other."
And although this passage isn't a part of a necessarily ideal situation...or even honorable. It's still a nice feeling to feel a connection of some kind...even if the situation is imperfect, I suppose.
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