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Elizabeth Bowen

Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One’s relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain. — Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart. (Anchor; (7th) edition, May 9, 2000) Originally published 1938.

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