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I'm falling in love with you. What else do you want?' 'That feeling....like your drowning under the weight of it-love, passion. Like you would die for each other.' 'that's the stuff of nonsense. It's for novels and the pictures. It's not real Jenny. What we can have, that's what's real. A home, a family, a good life together.' 'You think I haven't thought that, tried to make it enough? You are a wonderful man, Jimmy, and I... Everything in my brain is telling me that this is the right thing' 'then what else?' 'my heart wants what it had before.' 'before? What, this... Phantom love?How could I not know? You look at me and there's someone else you want to see. For me, it's just you. So that's it? Your shutting yourself off to everything else because of something you can never have. We could have enough, Jenny.' 'Well for a year, perhaps, before you realised you loved more than I did you. I would hate that. That's why you'll be my friend but never my soulmate. And we both deserve soulmates. ↗
It was a very profound experience, getting in touch with that part of us, in all of us human beings, that is committed beyond yourself to the point of giving everything you have, including your life, for other people, for your fellow man. ↗
There are pros and cons of experience. A con is that you can't look at the business with a fresh pair of eyes and as objectively as if you were a new CEO. Fire yourself on a Friday night and come in on Monday morning as if a search firm put you there as a turn-around leader. Can you be objective and make the bold change? ↗
How different this world to the one about which I used to read, and in which I used to live! This is one peopled by demons, phantoms, vampires, ghouls, boggarts, and nixies. Names of things of which I knew nothing are now so familiar that the creatures themselves appear to have real existence. The Arabian Nights are not more fantastic than our gospels; and Lempriere would have found ours a more marvelous world to catalog than the classical mythical to which he devoted his learning. Ours is a world of luprachaun and clurichaune, deev and cloolie, and through the maze of mystery I have to thread my painful way, now learning how to distinguish oufe from pooka, and nis from pixy; study long screeds upon the doings of effreets and dwergers, or decipher the dwaul of delirious monks who have made homunculi from refuse. Waking or sleeping, the image of some uncouth form is always present to me. What would I not give for a volume by the once despised 'A. L. O. E' or prosy Emma Worboise? Talk of the troubles of Winifred Bertram or Jane Eyre, what are they to mine? Talented authoresses do not seem to know that however terrible it may be to have as a neighbour a mad woman in a tower, it is much worse to have to live in a kitchen with a crocodile. This elementary fact has escaped the notice of writers of fiction; the re-statement of it has induced me to reconsider my decision as to the most longed-for book; my choice now is the Swiss Family Robinson. In it I have no doubt I should find how to make even the crocodile useful, or how to kill it, which would be still better. ("Mysterious Maisie") ↗
