'My dear Monsieur Duroy, for me a man in love no longer exist.
He becomes an idiot and a dangereous idiot at that. I stop having
any close relationship with man who love me or claim to, first
because they bore me and secondly because I feel as suspicious
of them as I would of a mad dog that may suddenly have a fit.
So, I put hem in quarantine until they've got over their attack.
Don't forget that.
I know perfectly well that for you a love is merely a sort of appetite
whereas for me it would be more a sort of... of...of communion
of souls which doesn't exist in male 's religion. You understand
the letter and I understand the spirit. But....look at me please...'
Guy de Mapassant
Bel -Ami
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