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Cold-hearted cynic that I am, I’ve never been enthused by the whole giant marketing opportunity that is St Valentine’s day. Accordingly, this year I’d like to un-celebrate it by remembering a lost love of my own – a love that, these days, dare not speak its name.
I was a smoker, on and off, for more than a decade. [ . . . ]
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To the credit of my youthful self, I realised quite early on that the delirious experience of “falling in love” is not a process to be trusted with one’s heart, one’s credit card or a particularly well-written chapter in one’s long-term plans. Predictably enough, however, I generally ignored my own sage counsel, eagerly pulling on that romantic blindfold and [ . . . ]
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“Hell is other people” wrote Jean-Paul Sartre in 1944, thereby assuring his place among the ranks of Legendary Curmudgeons. Perhaps I’ll be joining him, because I sometimes find that, paradoxically, loneliness is other people.
Like many of us, I experienced loneliness most intensely as an adolescent. I suppose this is unsurprising; adolescence is a period when we are separating [ . . . ]
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