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"...perhaps all our loves are

"...perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; a hill of many invisible crests; doors that open as in a dream to reveal only a further stretch of carpet and another door; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us."

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

Posted June 20, 2002 11:18 PM | On This Day: 2005