It has made me better loving you …
it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter.
I used to want a great many things before,
and to be angry that I did not have them.
Theoretically, I was satisfied.
I flattered myself that I had limited my wants.
But I was subject to irritation;
I used to have morbid sterile
hateful fits of hunger, of desire.
Now I really am satisfied,
because I can’t think of anything
better.”
The Portrait Of A Lady by Henry James
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