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    to-morrow if they were
    debarred from dilating upon it in the tongue of France!

    Love of the second kind--renunciatory love--consists in a
    yearning to undergo self-sacrifice for the object beloved,
    regardless of any consideration whether such self-sacrifice will
    benefit or injure the object in question. "There is no evil which
    I would not endure to show both the world and him or her whom I
    adore my devotion." There we have the formula of this kind of
    love. People who thus love never look for reciprocity of
    affection, since it is a finer thing to sacrifice yourself for
    one who does not comprehend you. Also, they are always painfully
    eager to exaggerate the merits of their sacrifice; usually
    constant in their love, for the reason that they would find it
    hard to forego the kudos of the deprivations which they endure
    for the object beloved; always ready to die, to prove to him or
    to her the entirety of their devotion; but sparing of such small
    daily proofs of their love as call for no special effort of self-
    immolation. They do not much care whether you eat well, sleep
    well, keep your spirits up, or enjoy good health, nor do they
    ever do anything to obtain for you those blessings if they have
    it in their power; but, should you be confronting a bullet, or
    have fallen into the water, or stand in danger of being burnt, or
    have had your heart broken in a love affair--well, for all these
    things they are prepared if the occasion should arise. Moreover,
    people addicted to love of such a self-sacrificing order are
    invariably proud of their love, exacting, jealous, distrustful,
    and--strange to tell--anxious that the object of their adoration
    should incur perils (so that they may save it from calamity, and
    console it thereafter) and even be vicious (so that they may
    purge it of its vice).

    Suppose, now, that you are living in the country with a wife who
    loves you in this self-sacrificing manner. You may be healthy and
    contented, and have occupations which interest you, while, on the
    other hand, your wife may be too weak to superintend the
    household work (which, in consequence, will be left to the
    servants), or to look after the children (who, in consequence,

    will be left to the nurses), or to put her heart into any work
    whatsoever: and all because she loves nobody and nothing but
    yourself. She may be patently ill, yet she will say not a word to
    you about it, for fear of distressing you. She may be patently
    ennuyee, yet for your sake she will be prepared to be so for the
    rest of her life. She may be patently depressed because you stick
    so persistently to your occupations (whether sport, books,
    farming, state service, or anything else) and see clearly that
    they are doing you harm; yet, for
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