But Dora was never confused about Toller. When he left my studio after I took his portrait that day, she placed a jazz record she’d brought on the gramophone and wound the handle. She swung me around and around til we were laughing and dizzy. Her eyes shone. “That self-conscious, lung-afflicted fellow,” she said, “is the grandest man I will ever know.”

– All That I Am by Anna Funder

The biggest risk we take when reading about great loves, is that we may come to find our own loves to be small and ordinary. But why shouldn’t they be? There is a reason why epic love stories are almost always tragedies. Let me be a coward and hope for small loves.


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