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One ought to drink, I think, when one is cheerful already. Otherwise nothing but more sorrow is poured into the cup.”
All of us, I suppose, when we think we are talking most intimately to someone else, are actually addressing an image we have of the person to whom we believe we speak.
However much I love a woman—or however little—I find I want her most when I can no longer have her.
