“— in such contacts the personalities had seemed to press up so close to him that he became the personality itself — there seemed some necessity of taking all or nothing; it was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved — so easy to be loved — so hard to love.”
– Tender is the Night, F Scott. Fitzgerald
I am already controlling myself in my posting of quotes from Fitzgerald, so captivated am I by his lyricism.