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  • Love seems to survive life, and to reach beyond it. I think we take it with us past the grave. Do we not still give it to those who have left us? May we not hope that they feel it for us, and that we shall leave it here in one or two fond bosoms, when we also are gone?

    William Makepeace Thackeray (1868). “The Virginians: A Tale of the Last Century”, p.199