... But the lawyers are some gals romantic (sigh) and so we reproduce part of a text that is in Roland Barthes' A Lover's Discourse Fragments ", after the brief comment of its author.
"The discourse of love is now a solitude. These are words spoken may by thousands of people, but nobody says, is completely abandoned by the surrounding languages. Or ignored or dismissed, or ridiculed by them. When a speech is so driven by their own strength in the drift of the out of date, it remains only to be the place, meager as it is, in a statement. "
Waiting (text by Donald W. Winnicott, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist and psychoanalyst English *)
Waiting is an enchantment: I was ordered not to move. The wait for a phone call for bans is woven so tiny, the infinite, to the unspeakable: deprive me out Part of the bathroom, talking on the phone even (not to occupy the unit), I suffer if I phone (for the same reason), I crazy to think that such time will be necessary for me to close out, thus risking losing the so-called benefactor. All these entertainment
I would ask them to wait for lost time, impurities of anxiety. Since the anxiety of waiting, in its purity, he wants me to stay seated on a chair to reach the phone, doing nothing.
Am I in love?
"Yes, because I hope.
The other, he does not expect ever.
Sometimes I do not expect to play and I try to take care of other things, to arrive late;
but I always lose this game.
* Suck the tangerine!
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