“ the love is no less strong once, the circumstances being what they are, it has enslaved me, it is simply more melancholy, as our feelings for people become in life the more we perceive the increasingly small part they are playing and that the new love, which we would wish to be so enduring, and to be cut short at the same time as our life itself, will be the last. ”
 Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah (1921). copy citation