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“She wanted many more things than the love of one human being—the sea, the sky.”

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out 

“We were just like lovers—and then all at once we were lovers—and ten minutes after it happened I could have shot myself—except I guess I’m such a Goddamned degenerate I didn’t have the nerve to do it.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
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