Gosto da Clea

‘And then’ she went on ‘there is another thing which perhaps you will discover for yourself. There is something about love – I will not say defective for the defect lies in ourselves: but something we have mistaken about its nature. For example, the love you now feel Justine is not a different love for a different object but the same love you feel for Melissa trying to work itself out through the medium of Justine. Love is horrible stable, and each of us is only allotted a certain portion of it, a ration. It is capable of appearing in an infinity of forms and attaching itself to an infinity of people. But it is limited in quantity, can be used up, become shopworn and faded before it reaches its true object. For this destination lies somewhere in the deepest regions of the psyche where it will come to recognize itself as self-love, the ground upon which we build the sort of health of the psyche. I do not mean egoism or narcissism.’
The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

[São quais 900 páginas não em times new roman 10, mas 9. Algo me diz que ainda vão passar por aqui muitas citações...]