P got to that last half-line in GR, right?

Tue Feb 23 05:18:06 CST 2016

What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any
thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than
any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love
does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul
plunges through love into an immense abyss. — Umberto Eco (January 5 1932 –
February 19 2016)
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