The fist clenched round my heartloosens a little, and I gaspbrightness; but it tightensagain. When have I ever not lovedthe pain of love? But this has movedpast love to mania. This has the strong clench of the madman, this is gripping the ledge of unreason, before plunging howling into the abyss.Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
-Derek Walcott
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