How do I love thee, meaty? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, even when feeling your contempt of
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For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right (even in
Reservoir Dogs)
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use (by the Dude)
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose (when you said you hated
Jaws)
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath (of Nicholas Angel),
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death (a la
Sonatine).
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