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One-Man / Woman
Californian Lives (m/f)
Now We Are Pope (m)
Tadzio Speaks . . . (m)
The Butterfly's Wing
First and Fiftieth
A Sense of Loss
My dear Maria, it is wonderful to see you, but I wish to speak with our host alone.
About love. It is a madness, a sickness. A man in love cannot see his mistakes
until he is no longer in love. Giacomo, I urge you before it is too late, do not let
your eye be turned by every woman you see. Be loyal to one! Take her far from
Rome or Venice. Buy a farm, an estate, high in the mountains. Have children.
Write. Throw yourself into books. Study nature - there is so much to learn.
Anything. But above all be faithful to your wife; only then will you be happy.
He has his charms but he is still too inexperienced for my tastes. You are wrong
about love, Jacques. It is a game, combat with thrust and parry in the drawing-
room, the ballroom, in bed. It is only a madness if you surrender to it. The
strong can master it. Make your lover your friend and love will last a lifetime. If
your lover is your goddess, you will always suffer. But you are right, I should go.
Your guest wishes it. Do not look so sad. We are sure to meet again.
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