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The jealous lover cannot rest until he is able to touch all the points in space and time ever occupied by the beloved.
Don’t let the fuckers get you down.
Love is an illusion, but I would be willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.
Marcel’s use of the phrase “heavy slave” bothers me. A certain master/slave tonality in Marcel’s relationships with other people overall bothers me. What makes a slave heavy? Does she have a heavy skin, heavy step, heavy jokes, heavy childhood; does she come from a heavy nation or adhere to a heavy philosophy of life? Does she speak with a heavy accent? Does she have a heavy reason for doing everything you tell her? Does a heavy slave imply a light master? Let’s say you want to get rid of the slave, do you use a heavier weapon that you’d need for the master or will any light-to-medium implement do, say a runaway horse or an early winter? How about bluffing the slave into thinking she’s winning this game you play every day with the kimono and the trick questions, do you have the stamina for that, and will you miss it when it ends, and how do all these things bear upon the difference between metaphor and metonymy? Sorry this appendix got away on me.