"I wanted to meet the man who could write a long paper with so few adjectives."
"Well, a thing is still a thing no matter what you place in front of it. Big car, slow car chauffeur-driven car. Broken car. It's still a car."
"Not much use, though."
"Love?"
"Romantic love, platonic love, filial love. Quite different things, surely."
"Uxoriousness. That's my favourite kind of love. Excessive love of one's wife."
"Now there you have me."
from the english patient (1996)
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