Lypophrenia

"Have I been in love before? Is that it?" he said, guessing my thoughts at once. "That I can tell you. No, never before — nothing at all like what I feel now." But a sudden painful recollection seemed to flash across his mind. "No," he said sadly; "in this too I need your compassion, in order to have the right to love you. Well, was I not bound to think ...

'You are the sun. The sun doesn't move, this is what it does. You are the Earth. The Earth is here for a start, and ...