Valentine Afterthought

I think I've quoted this before, but let me do it again.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alternation finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not time's fool, though rose lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet 116, "The Marriage Of True Minds"

William Shakespeare

"Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her, so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless."

~Ephesians 5:25-27

Brothers, don't get married so that we can stop pursuing women. Get married so that we can perfect the pursuit of the same woman over a lifetime.

Happy belated Valentine's!

Reader Response: Cry, Baby

"You go to bed now. What you want is a good cry."

This opinion had nothing to recommend it but the general consent of mankind. It is universally understood that, as if it were nothing more substantial than a vapour floating in the sky, every emotion of a woman is bound to end in a shower.

Joseph Conrad in The Secret Agent

Few people have actually seen me shed tears before. General consent of mankind, perhaps. I wonder what Conrad thought of Woolf.

And, sometimes I really wonder what it'd be like if Mum had a daughter.