Say what?

Love of language, it turns out, is a complicated minefield of things you care about and things you don’t, and one person’s explosive issues are obviously no more valid than anyone else’s.

There is no magic any more,

      We meet as other people do,

You work no miracle for me 

      Nor I for you.


You were the wind and I the sea—

      There is no splendor any more,

I have grown listless as the pool 

      Beside the shore.


But though the pool is safe from storm 

      And from the tide has found surcease,

It grows more bitter than the sea,

      For all its peace.

-Stieg Larsson in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo