Quote of the day [night].
"The angel of his youth became the devil of his maturity. He went out
with women when he was young, always holding something in reserve. There
would always be a reason to break it off, which opened the door to a
multitude of relationships. Heaven. Or so he thought. As age encroached
upon his sensibilities and form, he longed for something with enough
vitality to endure. But the covering cherub of his Lothario days had
stayed with him and was no longer so angelic. It haunted him, guarded
him, kept him from intimacy promising the ash dry glory of so many
toppling relationships, toppling like dominos, one after another, ad
infinitum, or at least until he died."
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