To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because passion is in essence made to be seen: ...
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.
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