
...without it, without, anyhow, the capacity for it, people didn't seem to be much good. Dry as bones, cold as stones, they seemed to become, when love was done; inhuman, indifferent, self-absorbed, numb.
Mr. Skeffington
by Mary A. Arnim


We define ourselves, in part, by the discriminations we make. The value of what we love is enriched by our understanding of what we dislike.
Self by David Anson

