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«But the last, the worst failure (I buried my lips in the dark living hair of Justine), the failure with people: it had been brought about by a gradually increasing detachment of spirit, which, while it freed me to sympathyze, forbade me possession. I was gradually, inexplicably, becoming more and more deficient in love, yet better and better at self-giving - the best part of loving»

Justine, Lawrence Durrell