“The two chief causes of error in one’s relations with another person are, having oneself a kind heart, or else being in love with that other person. We fall in love for a smile, a look, a shoulder. That is enough; then, in the long hours of hope or sorrow, we fabricate a person, we compose a character.” – Marcel Proust, The Fugitive (trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin)
Here’s looking at you, kid
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