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A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
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The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.
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