"They know after all this time about love--that it's dim and unreliable and little more than a reflection on the wall. It is also capricious,  idiotic, sentimental, imperfect and inconstant, and most often seems to be the exclusive preserve of others. Sitting around in a room that was slowly growing dark, they found themselves wishing they could measure its pure anchoring force or account for its random visitations. Of course they could not--which was why, after a time, they … [Read more...]