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Why is it that words like these…

A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart and went
coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fire of
stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would
ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to
recall to her those moments, to make her forget the years of their
dull existence together and remember only their moments of
ecstasy. For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul or hers.
Their children, his writing, her household cares had not quenched
all their souls’ tender fire. In one letter that he had written to her
then he had said: “Why is it that words like these seem to me so
dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be
your name?”

James Joyce, “The Dead,” Dubliners

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