Was he a man for a coup-de-foudre, the lightning stroke of love? I
don't think so. That sort of susceptibility is luckily rare. A world of
inflammable lovers of the Romeo and Juliet type would very soon end in
barbarism and misery. But it is a fact that in every man there lives a lover; a
lover who is called out in all his potentialities often by the most
insignificant little things - as long as they come at the psychological moment:
The glimpse of a face at an unusual angle, an evanescent attitude, the curve of
a cheek often looked at before, perhaps, but then, at the moment, charged with
astonishing significance. There are great mysteries, of course. Magic signs.
Friday, May 8, 2015
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