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Love -- he seemed to have missed it.
Or was the love that others told about a mere fabrication of perfervid imagination, an exaggeration of the commonplace, a glorification of insipid monotonies such as made up his love life?
Was love a combination of circumstances, or sheer native capacity of soul? In those days love was, for him, still the eternal puzzle; for love, as he knew it, was a stranger to love as he divined it might be.
Excerpts from "Dead Stars," considered to be the first Philippine modern short story in English, by Paz Marquez-Benitez (1894-1983) |