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2012 09 13 Lover

“It was as if he loved the pain, loved it as he’d loved me…” — from The Lover by Marguerite Duras

He didn’t speak of the pain, never said a word about it. Sometimes his face would quiver, he’d close his eyes and clench his teeth. But he never said anything about the images he saw behind his closed eyes. It was as if he loved the pain, loved it as he’d loved me, intensely, unto death perhaps, and as if he preferred it now to me.

— from The Lover by Marguerite Duras

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