Love has to be reinvented.

Rimbaud: Your last book..

Verlaine: yes..

Rimbaud: ..wasn't good enough.

Verlaine: You don't think so..

Rimbaud: Premarital garbage.

Verlaine: No. Love poems. A lot of people found them very beautiful.

Rimbaud: But they're all lies.

Verlaine: They're not lies, I love her.

Rimbaud: Love..

Verlaine: Yes..

Rimbaud: ..no such thing

Verlaine: What do You mean ?

Rimbaud: Whatever it is that binds families and couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love does not exist. 

Verlaine: You're wrong.

Rimbaud: Self interest exist, attachment based on personal gain exist, complaisancy exist. But not love. Love has to be reinvented.

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"Absinthe two"

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