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I had come upon the sole treasure that all men seek, all women desire, the jewel, the gold, the magic lamp's rub, the breath of the god, the one perfect good, the meaning of is, purpose of will be, nostalgia's goal: Love - hubb. Yet more than love; love more than love is, if we knew, and admitted, too: its victory is briefly ours 
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for it devours, its law devours, until there is nothing left: law'ah, la'if. And then I knew my fate was signed like a sentence, life or death: a slave to love, a convict, a prisoner: "Want him? Take him! He's his own no more." No longer: taa'im. The joy was short, the pain was long. I was sick to the marrow, I shook in my bed,  |
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