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Love, he knew, was a powerful force, a tender trap, to keep a man in servitude—to someone or something—until he was dead as a piece of wood and turned against his own interest.
Life was neither fair nor unfair, neither cruel nor uncruel. Rather it was a tangible, real thing, precious, and not easily affordable. To waste it needlessly, the Woolman thought, was foolish.
