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06 March 2006 

he believed at once that she was beautiful because he had heard of her before he ever saw her and when he did see her he did not see her at all because of the face which he had already created in his mind.

'perhaps they were right putting love into books,' he thought quietly. 'perhaps it could not live anywhere else.'

-faulkner, light in august