The unqualified truth is that when I loved Estella with the love of a man I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all I knew to my sorrow often and often if not always that I loved her against reason against promise against peace against hope against happiness against all discouragement that could be. Once for all I love her none the less because I knew it and it had no more influence in restraining me than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.