I've just finished Richard Chamberlain's book, and the question his title spawns has this reply:
So each of us is a piece of shattered love, I guess? We're all so fancy and special, huh? Who knew? Other than Richard, apparently.
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Well, okay then.
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of course, we are all shattered love, some into biggish pieces and some into infinitesimal splinters. But 99.9% of us manage to pick ourselves up eventually, reassemble ourselves, possibly in a slightly different formation. and keep going. Such is life.
That makes sense, if you think about it. Everyone has loved and been loved, and everyone has been shattered at some point.
It figures that Dr. Kildare could diagnose this ... ;-)
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