Friday, 10 April 2009

Duty, pity

'I go where I love and where I am loved,/ into the snow,' says H.D., a little austerely: 'I go to the things I love/with no thought of duty or pity.' The fact that it is beautifully put shouldn't prevent us from observing that love bleached of duty and pity is a pretty fucking Ayn Rand sort of loving ...

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