Wednesday, March 18, 2009
"What kind of love ... love ... is it that sanctifies marriage?" he asked hesitatingly.
Noticing the speaker's agitation, the lady tried to answer him as gently and fully as possible.
"True love ... When such love exists between a man and a woman, then marriage is possible," she said.
"Yes, but how is one to understand what is meant by 'true love'?" said the gentleman with the glittering eyes timidly and with an awkward smile.
"Everybody knows what love is," replied the lady, evidently wishing to break off her conversation with him.
"But I don't," said the man. "You must define what you understand.... "
"Why? It's very simple," she said, but stopped to consider. "Love? Love is an exclusive preference for one above everybody else," said the lady.
"Preference for how long? A month, two days, or half an hour?" said the grey-haired man and began to laugh.
"Excuse me, we are evidently not speaking of the same thing."
"Oh, yes! Exactly the same."
Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata