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Wednesday, 8 May 2013

what is love?


Yoi, che cose e amor? asked Cherubino in Mozart's Marriage of Figaro. 'Tell me, you know, what is this thing, love? Cherubino was still a beardless adolescent and did not know the answer, but he took it for granted that there was one. So have most other people, and many of them have tried to give it, but the most noteworthy feature about all their answers is how thoroughly they disagree. Sometimes, it seems, they cannot be referring to the same phenomenon, or even to related ones. After a while one wonders whether there is something wrong with the question itself, or whether perhaps it employs a word of no fixed meaning and can have no answer. 
- Morton M. Hunt 


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