I found the greatest book. And I’m not just saying that because ‘greatest’ is in the title.
“Away from you the world is a wilderness in which I stand alone, and without knowing the bliss of unburdening my soul. You have robbed me of more than my soul; you are the one thought of my life. When I am weary of the worries of my profession, when I mistrust the issue, when men disgust me, when I am ready to curse my life, I put my hand on my heart where your portrait lies. By what art have you learnt how to captivate all my faculties, to concentrate in yourself my spiritual existence–it is witchery, dear love, which will end only with me.”
(Excerpt from a letter written by Napoleon Bonaparte to his wife, Josephine, 1776)
xxx hannah jane.