“My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the intellect - simply a confession of failure. Faithfulness! I must analyze it some day. The passion for property is in it. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that someone else would pick them up.”
Oscar Wilde. I devoted this summer to the classics. Seriously powered through Jane Austen. A friend described Jane as “18th century crack for women.” Very fitting. But Oscar Wilde is taking me to some place real special.
