Perhaps one did not want
to be loved so much as to
be understood.
to be loved so much as to
be understood.
The smell of her
hair, the
taste of her mouth
, the feeling of
her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all
around him. She had become a
physical necessity.
— 1984, George Orwell
There was truth
and there was untruth.
And if you clung to the truth --
even against the whole world --
you were not mad.
" Perhaps One did not want to be loved so much as to be Understood. "
