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“There is a phase of melancholy – a phase that has sloughed all urgency - that seems to me always a revelation of that ancient, familiar thing, my true self. If there is anything in a person with which one may be in love, surely it can only ever be the self that such melancholy reveals. If there is anything in a person with which one may be in love, surely it can only ever be the self that such melancholy reveals.”