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Henry Miller

Later, when he wants to love, when there is every reason for him to flower again, his heart is strangely empty. He no longer thinks of Cora, unless some accident has precipitated her memory. He does not realize, in such moments, that he has given himself to her irrevocably. Such gifts are impossible to repeat. — Henry Miller, Moloch: or, This Gentile World. (Grove Press1992)

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