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From: Love for a lifetime

Relationships are indeed like one of those super hi-tech fairground rides where you have to buckle up tight at the start and when the light switches on, the cars drop from a great height. So the journey begins. First we speed up to the heavens with the initial big grin on our faces, then we hit the 80 degree turn downwards. And wham! When you think you’re going to fall out of your seat in a moment at the bottom of the drop, you land safely, but before you know it, you’re heading upwards again. You’ve got this sick feeling in your stomach, yet you haven’t even reached the second peak where another drop awaits. As you’re getting used to this, the part comes when you turn on your head and you don’t even know which way is up and which is down any more. You would love to just speed on straight ahead, but a tunnel approaches where it’s pitch black and all you can do is scream as loud as you can. Then another huge peak comes and now you actually want to throw up. Smaller troughs follow and then everything becomes much calmer. This is the moment when you find time to start looking around you, slowly getting used to the surges upward, just as another huge one arrives. Only one more to go! Then the car stops. Some people remain in their seats, saying it wasn’t all that bad, while others get out, still dizzy, finding their way to the next ride... /from Till Life Do Us Part/
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When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t…

When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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Evening thought

Now and then journalists in search of copy ask me what is the most thrilling moment of my life. If I were not ashamed to, I might answer that it is the moment when I began to read Goethe’s Faust. I have never quite lost this feeling, and even now the first pages of a book sometimes send the blood racing through my veins. To me reading is a rest as to other people conversation or a game of cards. It is more than that; it is a necessity, and if I am deprived of it for a little while I find myself as irritable as the addict deprived of his drug. I would sooner read a time-table or a catalogue than nothing at all. That is putting it too low. I have spent many delightful hours poring over the price-list of the Army and Navy Stores, the lists of second-hand took-sellers and the A.B.C. All these are redolent of romance. They are much more entertaining than half the novels that are written. /W.S.Maugham/
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