...but now, instead of the commotion of love, she felt the abyss of disenchantment. In an instant the magnitude of her own mistake was revealed to her, and she asked herself, appalled, how she could have nurtured such a chimera in her heart for so long and with so much ferocity. She just managed to think: My God, poor man! ... she erased him from her life with a wave of her hand.
--- Love in the Time of Cholera
Monday, August 17, 2009
This is not the place for a crowned goddess
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