Do you hate me so much?” “no, I can’t hate you. I wish I could, but I can’t” - Alice Borchardt

He said truth has a taste, and this had the taste of truth. A wolf would put it that way, but I agree it does. Some things just don’t hang together, but others do. And a lot of times when you encounter it, you say, “I don’t want this to be right, but it probably is, even though it brings me to grief.”

Know you, boy, women are like cats and must explore any new place until they are satisfied. If they don’t they become weak and vain, fretful and ill

[he] was handsome. Just the sight of him stirred strange longings in me