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‘Anyone who met her in passing might get the impression that 'love' was easy for her—a switch she could turn on or off, people who came & went, people she loved & stopped loving. It could seem like a simple mechanism with a narrow register—In reality : she was an ocean of feelings, with more gradients & nuances than she could handle— crammed in behind her eyelids. There was an intimate racket in there, never ending.’