Nothing is so absorbing as love. One is not really lazy because, being in love, one has quite naturally no time for anything else. Love feels, rather obscurely, that its only possible distraction lies in work. So it regards work as a rival - and love can brook no rival. But love is a beneficent form of laziness, like the soft rain that fertilizes the ground on which it falls.
- Raymond Radiguet (A.M. Sheridan Smith translation), The Devil in the Flesh, p.73
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