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It was quite true. Since I can remember, when I thought I loved something I was sure to find sooner or later that I loved less the object itself than what I could say about it, and when I had said something beautiful, something I could remember and say over and over to myself, I cared little if the object were removed. IT WAS QUITE TRUE SINCE I CAN REMEMBER WHEN I THOUGHT I LOVED SOMETHING I WAS SURE TO FIND SOONER OR LATER THAT I LOVED LESS THE OBJECT ITSELF THAN WHAT I COULD SAY ABOUT IT AND WHEN I HAD SAID SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL SOMETHING I COULD REMEMBER AND SAY OVER AND OVER TO MYSELF I CARED LITTLE IF THE OBJECT WERE REMOVED
r to be happy in silence. What is that instinct in us which tells us that we risk our happiness in speaking of it? Happiness is such a frightened thing that it flies at the sound of its own name. And yet of what shall we speak if not our happiness? Of our sorrows we can keep silence, but our joys we long to utter. So Beatrice spoke of her great happiness to Antony, and told him too of her old great unhappiness and her longing for death. "What a strange and terrible dream it has been—but thank God, we are out in the daylight at last," said Antony. "O my little Beatrice, to think that I could have forsaken you like that! Surely if you had come and taken me by the hands and looked deep into my eyes, and called me out of the dream, I must have awakened, for, cruel as it was, the dream was but part of a greater dream, the dream of my love for you—" "But I understand it all now," he continued, "see it all. Do you remember saying that perhaps I had never loved anything but images all my life? R FEELING THAT IT WAS BETTER TO BE HAPPY IN SILENCE WHAT IS THAT INSTINCT IN US WHICH TELLS US THAT WE RISK OUR HAPPINESS IN SPEAKING OF IT HAPPINESS IS SUCH A FRIGHTENED THING THAT IT FLIES AT THE SOUND OF ITS OWN NAME AND YET OF WHAT SHALL WE SPEAK IF NOT OUR HAPPINESS OF OUR SORROWS WE CAN KEEP SILENCE BUT OUR JOYS WE LONG TO UTTER SO BEATRICE SPOKE OF HER GREAT HAPPINESS TO ANTONY AND TOLD HIM TOO OF HER OLD GREAT UNHAPPINESS AND HER LONGING FOR DEATH WHAT A STRANGE AND TERRIBLE DREAM IT HAS BEEN BUT THANK GOD WE ARE OUT IN THE DAYLIGHT AT LAST SAID ANTHONY OH MY LITTLE BEATRICE TO THINK THAT I COULD HAVE FORSAKEN YOU LIKE THAT SURELY IF YOU HAD COME AND TAKEN ME BY THE HANDS AND LOOKED DEEP INTO MY EYES AND CALLED ME OUT OF THE DREAM I MUST HAVE AWAKENED FOR CRUEL AS IT WAS THE DREAM WAS BUT A PART OF A GREATER DREAM THE DREAM OF MY LOVE FOR YOU BUT I UNDERSTAND IT ALL NOW HE CONTINUED SEE IT ALL DO YOU REMEMBER SAYING THAT PERHAPS I HAD NEVER LOVED ANYTHING BUT IMAGES ALL MY LIFE
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