Men who fall in love easily should do the world the favor of not taking their passions personally. Above all they should do that favor to womankind. Albert Camus, in the week before he was killed, wrote to five different women and addressed each of them as the great love of his life. He probably meant it every time, but had long ago learned the dire consequences for those he adored of making them pay the emotional price for his laughably transferable fixation.
Clive James, describing Camus and me at the same time.
