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Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for?
A Year With C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis
The trunk looked abandoned, like letters in an attic, to and from the dead.
one could not distinguish the arabesque from the arbutus, ardor from art, the sore from the rose.
Ada, or Ardor
Vladimir Nabokov
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