I meander between different genres of lit--lit which often happens to be from days of yore--and enjoy posting from many of said meanderings.
It is probably impossible to love any human being simply ‘too much.’ We may love him too much in proportion to our love for God; but it is the smallness of our love for God, not the greatness of our love for the man, that constitutes the inordinacy.
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