What is love There is nothing in the world neither man nor Devil nor any thing that I hold as suspect as love for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore unless you have those weapons that subdue it the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

There are magic moments involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement that produce visions of people known in the past en me retraant ces dtails jen suis me demander sils sont rels ou bien si je les ai rvs. As I learned later from the delightful little book of the Abb de Bucquoy there are also visions of books as yet unwritten.