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Love Is Bitter And All There Is, And That The Rest Is For The Emotional Beggars Of The Earth.

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Women Sometimes Seem To Share A Quiet, Unalterable Dogma Of Persecution That Endows Even The Most Sophisticated Of Them With The Inarticulate Poignancy Of The Peasant.