"'And perfect love?'
'Mortal life doesn't leave room for perfected love. After so many quarrels over breakfast, one changes the status of love to something more ordinary, more dependable, than perfection.
Love becomes like a table or bread or milk.' … 'Will you have dinner with me?' [Suzanne then] lifted Wilma's hand and kissed its palm, 'I'd love to have dinner with you.'"
— Jul 16, 2025 10:40AM
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