There is some sense in Bernard Shaw’s way of seeing love:
Love lacks personal interest. Love is the most impersonal of all passions. It is a vital experience in actual fact; but on paper it is redeemed from intolerable boresomeness only as a subject of biological science. Even Shakespeare could not make love interesting. Everybody yawns at Romeo and Juliet when Mercutio and the Nurse leave the stage.
All great love stories, like Francesca da Rimini, are equally tiresome. Every man is the same sort of idiot when he is in love.
(Quoted from page 15 of Glimpses of the Great, by George Sylvester Viereck. The Macaulay Company, 1930)
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