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When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

(...a state of affairs that had its comical side.)

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.
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Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Bless the birds of fortuity to have on my shoulder!

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.
(...)
Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Bless the birds of frotuity to have on my shoulder!

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.

That it is light, weightless? Was she calmer now? Not in the least.

That it is light, weightless? Was she calmer now? Not in the least.

This is one of those expensive Lindt Lindorl chocolates you'd savour in long intervals.So yum!