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It's easy to offer salvation when you invent the threat.
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'If I no longer love Diana,' he wrote, 'what shall I do?' What could he do, with his mainspring, his prime mover gone? He had known that he would love her for ever—to the last syllable of recorded time. He had not sworn it, any more than he had sworn that the sun would rise every morning: it was too certain, too evident: no one swears that he will continue to breathe nor that twice two is four.
—Patrick O'Brian
—Patrick O'Brian
Thursday, June 20, 2024
