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What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?

My mother who took me on her breast and whispered the scripture in my ear. She hoped I’d learn it that way, but I heard nothing except the fire spitting and the steam rising from the water she heated for my father’s wash. I heard nothing but her heart and felt nothing but her softness.

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.
The end of every game is an anti-climax. What you thought you would feel you don’t feel, what you thought was so important isn’t any more. It’s the game that’s exciting.
And if you win?
There’s no such thing as a limited victory. You must protect what you have won. You must take it seriously.

Do all lovers feel helpless and valiant in the presence of the beloved? Helpless because the need to roll over like a pet dog is never far away. Valiant because you know you would slay a dragon with a pocket knife if you had to.