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LVII
There are certain women who are like the red
ribbon of the Legion of Honour. They are no longer
desired because they have been contaminated by
certain men.
It is for the same reason that I would not put on
the breeches of a man with the itch.
What is annoying about Love is that it is a crime
in which one cannot do without an accomplice.
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