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On Love
Discusses the types and nature of love, argues that true love can only occur between equals, and looks at the stages and difficulties of love
- GenresNonfiction
420 pages, Paperback
Published August 21, 1983
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C.K. Scott Moncrieff
150 books25 followersCharles Kenneth Scott Moncrieff MC was a Scottish writer and translator, most famous for his English translation of most of Marcel Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu, which he published under the Shakespearean title Remembrance of Things Past. His family name is the double-barrelled name "Scott Moncrieff".
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February 14, 2009Oh, what a fool I have been to wait so long to reread this book!
Here are the closing lines to chapter 39A (Antidotes to Love), Book One, which though too obscure in their brevity to allow for any true appreciation, still may be enticing enough to persuade those who, unknowingly, actually long to pick up this book.
The reason that it is so difficult to forget a woman with whom one has been happy is that there are certain moments which the imagination cannot tire of picturing and embellishing.
I will not mention pride, which is a cruel but sovereign remedy, but one which cannot be employed by sensitive people.
The early scenes of Romeo and Juliet teach us an admirable lesson. There is all the difference in the world between the man who says sadly to himself: "She hath forsworn to love," and the one who cries in an ecstasy of happiness: "Come what sorrow can!"
Here are the closing lines to chapter 39A (Antidotes to Love), Book One, which though too obscure in their brevity to allow for any true appreciation, still may be enticing enough to persuade those who, unknowingly, actually long to pick up this book.
The reason that it is so difficult to forget a woman with whom one has been happy is that there are certain moments which the imagination cannot tire of picturing and embellishing.
I will not mention pride, which is a cruel but sovereign remedy, but one which cannot be employed by sensitive people.
The early scenes of Romeo and Juliet teach us an admirable lesson. There is all the difference in the world between the man who says sadly to himself: "She hath forsworn to love," and the one who cries in an ecstasy of happiness: "Come what sorrow can!"
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