Shockingly incongruous in a romantic conception of love is the idea that one might embark on a relationship not for the richness of another’s eyes or the sophistication of their mind but simply to avoid contemplating a diary full of evenings alone. What could be more repellent than to suffer the limitations of others as a desperate alternative to gazing singly at our own?

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