This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I see him again? What shall we do today? Do you like these shoes? Theory and reflection are delicate old uncles bustled out of the way by the boisterous nephews action and desire. Themes evaporate, only plot remains.
- Glen Duncan
*gender pronouns were modified from the original text
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