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BS: What Love Really Is

The Fooles Troupe 04 Aug 05 - 07:55 PM
Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull 04 Aug 05 - 08:03 PM
Azizi 04 Aug 05 - 08:42 PM
The Fooles Troupe 04 Aug 05 - 08:47 PM
jacqui.c 04 Aug 05 - 10:17 PM
robomatic 04 Aug 05 - 10:35 PM
Clinton Hammond 04 Aug 05 - 10:36 PM
The Fooles Troupe 04 Aug 05 - 10:42 PM
Amos 04 Aug 05 - 11:46 PM
mack/misophist 05 Aug 05 - 12:37 AM
Marion 05 Aug 05 - 01:05 AM
gnu 05 Aug 05 - 05:35 AM
Emma B 05 Aug 05 - 05:48 AM
Jerry Rasmussen 05 Aug 05 - 07:24 AM
jacqui.c 05 Aug 05 - 07:27 AM
GUEST,muppitz at work 05 Aug 05 - 07:41 AM
GUEST,daylia 05 Aug 05 - 08:09 AM
Bobert 05 Aug 05 - 08:16 AM
Azizi 05 Aug 05 - 11:54 AM
GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River 05 Aug 05 - 12:31 PM
Fibula Mattock 05 Aug 05 - 12:36 PM
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Subject: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 07:55 PM

What Love Really Is


John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.

His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped over seas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

"Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.


"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

http://bs16.freeservers.com/true_love.htm


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 08:03 PM

waht all this is about?


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Azizi
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 08:42 PM

Foolestroupe, that was a wonderful story!! Who wrote it?

I went to the website that was included in your post, but it gave no other information then what you posted. I was disappointed because I thought there would be more examples or more information.

I recall a recent Mudcat thread in which people shared how they met their husband, or wife. Many of those stories were as good as that "What Love Really Is" story.

Perhaps someone can provide a link to that Mudcat thread.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 08:47 PM

So sad that True Love has never crossed your heart jOhn... :-)


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: jacqui.c
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:17 PM

What a wonderful story.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: robomatic
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:35 PM

I heard somewhere that love is staying up all night with a sick child








....or a healthy adult.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Clinton Hammond
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:36 PM

Gah... what a load of saccharine...

I can still feel my teeth rotting....


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:42 PM

Saccharine can't rot your teeth - but Sugar can... although it might poison you...


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Amos
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 11:46 PM

Clinton:

Pass the Listerine, man.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: mack/misophist
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:37 AM

If a thing is too good to be true.....
Here's what snopes says about it.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Marion
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:05 AM

Good one, Robomatic.

The Snopes website that mack/misophist mentions has many similar stories in their Glurge Gallery, which should be interesting reading both for those who like this kind of thing and those who enjoy disliking it....

I must say, my initial reaction to this story was similar to that of the Snopes reviewer - that it's based on some rather misogynistic assumptions. So it's a shining example of true love when a man condescends to eat dinner with his girlfriend, even if she's fat, old (over 40, for gosh sake!), and smart enough to wear shoes that don't cause physical damage?

Marion


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: gnu
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:35 AM

Ah Clinton... it's a good story. A true, heartwarming fable. And, I'll bet beneath that brash, gruff exterior, you have a big heart, full of shhhugar.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Emma B
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:48 AM

I could NEVER love the sort of person who writes notes in library books :>)


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Jerry Rasmussen
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:24 AM

That's a beautiful story. If you want to know whether it's love or just infatuation or romance, fast forward a couple of years when the couple has struggled through the reality of living love on a daily basis, with all of it's disappointments and demands. Real love is a commitment to another person that requires giving when you feel like taking, forgiving when you feel like getting even, being patient when you are sick of waiting, trying to understand someone when they do something that makes no sense to you.... love requires humility, generosity, sacrifice and hard work. Romance comes easy. Most divorces began with what we call love.

But, if you give yourself to it completely, the blessings are beyond anything you could imagine.

Still learning...

Jerry


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: jacqui.c
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:27 AM

At least it shows the book has been read.

The story is nice in that it recognises that it is the person that is important in any relationship, not the outward appearance, which is what too may people of either sex seem to think is the #1 priority and what the media drum into us day after day.

This thread shuld maybe be read in conjunctin with the supermodels thread - they both touch on the same sort of subject.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,muppitz at work
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:41 AM

I have an empathy with that story in a funny kind of way, I'm not the kind of person who bases a potential mate on aesthetics.
I think that it's a very important story and one which emphasises the importance of casting away superficialities.

muppitz x


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,daylia
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 08:09 AM

Sexual attractiveness has nothing to do with love. What's so special or commendable about 'loving' someone (or something) who doesn't really tilt your kilt, so to speak?

Not much, imo. Just sit quietly and observe your average 6 or 7 year old for a while. I'm sure you'll see what I mean.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Bobert
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 08:16 AM

Sniff.....


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Azizi
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 11:54 AM

Jerry, I appeciate your post on 05 Aug 05 - 07:24 AM.

Thanks for sharing those words with us.

I'm still learning too.


Azizi


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:31 PM

Love is like this. All yer life ya hated cops. I mean, just flippin' hate'd 'em, eh? Total flippin' undenialbe hate. And then...

Ya find yerself in love with one. Why? Cos she, like, takes the trouble to help you out when no one else would. Cos she don't laugh at you. Cos she sticks up for you when your, like, down an out and livin' at the bottom of the trash can in the flippin' joint with sycho murderers, eh?

And she gets ya some compuuter time every day in the jail so's you can, like, talk to your internette friends, eh? And she gives ya encouragement to bring out yer natural talents for writin' so's ya can, like, start earnin' a decnet livin' for a change and buy decent quality dope fer a change.

And she don't judge ya fer yer past nor take ya fer granted.

And all of a sudden ya realize that maybe you don't hate ALL cops, and that just maybe, deep inside the heart of some cops there is a totally decent person jyst cryin' to come out!

That is love. I am in love with Officer Jennifer Dana of the Sudbury O.P.P., recently transferred to Spanish, and I don't care who flippin' knows it!

And Clinton Hammond can go flip himself sideways with a Fuller brush! He ain't never played Blind River, and if he did I would personally kick his ass and run him outta town!

- BDiBR (Shane)


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Fibula Mattock
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:36 PM

I second Clinton's urge to vomit. I almost choked on the fluffiness. Besides, that girl in the green suit was the kind of woman who plays games, and that's never a good thing. Headwrecking cow.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:44 PM

I don't know what the flip you are talkin' about, Fibula Mattress, but if you want to fippin' vomit here is how:

Chug about 12 beer real fast. Chase it with a mickey of gin. Top that off with a glass of kalooa. Then go on the rollercoaster, ya flippin' hosehead!

You will toss your cookies good, man.

Don't bother sendin' me no thank you note, either.

- BDiBR


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Fibula Mattock
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:55 PM

BDiBR - you rock! You have the best cocktail recipes ever. I hope Officer Dana enjoys a Sloe Comfortable Screw with you sometime soon.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: John Hardly
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:58 PM

THE REST OF THE STORY:

...of course, when John Blanchard arrived at the big restaurant across the street, the lovely blonde was nowhere to be found. Seems that was Ms Maynell's first sight of the rather plain (and obviously not wealthy) John.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Fibula Mattock
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:32 PM

This should take away the sickly sweet taste:
More crappy childrens' art work


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind D
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:33 PM


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind Drunk in Blind River
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:46 PM

FLIP! Somethin' went wrong. Here is what I, like, posted, eh?

Holy Flip, man! I hafta admit that I laughed when I seen those. But, hey, these are kids, man. Know'm sayin'? If yer kid drew a picture you would like it, eh? Kids don't hafta follow yer flippin' rules of perfectchun cos they are free, eh? Maybe you are missin' somethin' tyat's what I think, Mr "Oh ain't I the smart one?" So just flip off, eh?

I bet you can't flippin' draw that good neither. Tha'ts my guess. I bet the fliphead who put them pictures on the net can't draw worth shit. He is a mean-spirited bolthole who needs a good flippin' kick in the ass, eh? Pickin' on little kids! Geez...

- BDiBR


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Emma B
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:48 PM

Good grief Fibula....what am I going to put on the fridge door now?
Emma (not the one in the green suit) B


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Jerry Rasmussen
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:09 PM

"Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends."

First Corinthians 4-8

By Paul

Not Jerry


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Clinton Hammond
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:29 PM

People who write in library books should be flogged!

The same with people who write trash like the 'story' in question...


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Dani
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:32 PM

Thanks for reminding me of that story, Foolestroupe. I love it.

All you piss-ant skeptics and naysayers just go home and grumble. Though, that was a funny ending, Hardly ;)

This story gives me a little bit of hope at a time when the rug's been pulled out from under me and I need to believe.

Anyone know that wonderful song, "There Is More Love Somewhere"? Sing it with me....

Dani (aka Pollyanna)

PS: To add injury to insult, you should know that I love children's art as well. I actually own a 4x14 piece, framed and hung on the wall, done by an entire kindergarten class. If I showed it to you, you'd be a believer, too. It's amazing.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: PoppaGator
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:55 PM

If the story were true, I might have been impressed, even inspired. Maybe.

As fiction, though, isn't a bit cheesy to be taken seriously? I wouldn't have the nerve to write something like that in secret, let along submit it for publication.

And where's the high-minded moral, anyway? The guy gets to hook up with hot-looking babe after all ~ how nice for everyone!


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: sixtieschick
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:14 PM

Well, here's a true story about my philosophy professor at Oakland University in Michigan in the early 1970s. his name was named Richard Brooks (you can look it up--he used to love to tell the tale): When he was in the Navy he corresponded with a librarian at the Theosophical Society library, who would send him books to read. He fell in love with her through their letters. When he completed his service he travelled to the Theosophy headquarters in Illinois to meet her. He discovered that she was at least 2 decades older-- it might have been 3; I can't remember. Anyway, they got married and were very happy together. They endured a lot of criticism at the time.

M.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 08:39 PM

The Rose (rewritten)

   
By James A. Whitney

jimbotomy@yahoo.com
"I'm too old to be doing something this silly," I thought to myself while in the taxi. The taxi was heading toward Union Station, where I would meet John Blanchard for the first time.
My interest in John first started when I received a letter from him, approximately four months after the death of my husband. It was April, 1944. The war had claimed my husband. Perhaps that led me find the hope in John's writings, wishing for a new love.

He claimed to have found a book of mine; one that I had only marked notes in. I honestly don't remember ever doing it, but I was willing to accept it. I wrote back. We exchanged several letters. He had been called to fight in the war, and he kept imploring me to write. During the next thirteen months, we grew to know each other through the mail. I couldn't help but hope that a new romance was budding. Even my friends teased me about him.

About ten months into our correspondence, he requested a photograph. Now, for a 37-year old woman with two children, I didn't look half bad. But I would never compare to the young women that threw themselves at sailors. And I knew it. I made some excuse that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what I looked like. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but hope.

Three months later, John Blanchard came home. We arranged a meeting in Union Station at 7:00. Since I didn't want to give him a picture, I told him that he would recognize me by the rose in my lapel. As the taxi pulled up to the curb, I placed the rose in my lapel, paid the driver, and left the cab. My first impulse was to turn around, right here and now, and forget this crazy thing. But I pressed on.

It was 7:03 when I first saw John. I recognized him instantly; if the uniform wasn't a giveaway, then the book he was carrying was enough. He was a handsome man, cleancut and fresh from his tour of duty. He reminded me of my husband, and a tear formed in my eye. But he had not yet seen me.

As I began to approach him, a remarkably beautiful girl dressed in an elegant emerald suit passed in front of him and smiled. John looked at her, obvious in his desire. As she walked past, he took a step in her direction, and then finally he saw me. I stood still, looked back at him and smiled. He looked longingly at the young girl as she left the station, and stared for a good three seconds.

Then, finally, he approached me.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard," he said, taking my hand and shaking it, "and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

He tried. He really tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but I could hear it only too well. All of my fears had been realized, and I recognized that it would never work. Holding back my tears, I replied.

"I don't know what this is about," I answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she asked me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she's waiting on the street corner for you. She said it was some kind of test."

That was all the convincing he needed. He thanked me and walked away. After three steps he started to run. After a few seconds, I called out to him.

"John, wait," I said, but it was too late.

I turned around and walked away, crying.

Looking back on it, I sometimes fantasize that I was the young lady. Or that John wasn't so quick to believe that I was. Or that I handled it differently. I wonder where John is; I wonder whether he found the young lady, and what he did when he found out that she wasn't me. Sometimes, I sit and look at the stars, and wonder what might have been.



© 1998 by James A. Whitney.
This article appears as part of the
Urban Legends Reference Pages
by permission of the author.
   
http://www.snopes.com/glurge/info/rose2.htm


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,petr
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 09:09 PM

the rewrite is more interesting, the original is still a bit misogynistic - the snopes sight is right, it seems as if the story is that outward appearance doesnt matter, but Blanchard is creastfallen when he sees the (old groan over 40) slightly dumpy woman, and is jumping with inner joy when she tells him its some kind of test and he gets the blond..so its all about appearance anyway.

if the moral is that the guy gets the blond, then its a rewrite of the old Round Table fairy tale
where the Knight who marries the hag ends up with beautiful maiden.
It should not be about appearance.

Jerry R. is right, its not the romance.. its the years living together afterwards. true love stands the test of time.
Petr


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: SINSULL
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 11:08 PM

I met a man named Frank Mills
On September twelfth, right here,
In front of the Waverly
But Unfortunately
I lost his address.
He was last seen with his friend, a drummer.
He resembles George Harrison of the Beatles.
But he wears his hair tied in a small bow
At the back.
I love him
But it embarrasses me
To walk down the strewet with him.
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears a white crash helmet.
He has gold chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
Are written the names
Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels.
I would gratefully appreciate it
If you see him, tell him
That I'm in the park with my girlfriend
And please
Tell him Angela and I
Don't want the two dollars back
Just him.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: CapriUni
Date: 06 Aug 05 - 02:53 AM

Petr -- I was thinking of The Knight and the Hag as I was reading the story, too. It's part of the Arthurian Cycle, is it not?

Let me see if I can remember it: There is a Lady or Queen who is under a spell -- a beautiful maid in the day time, and an ugly hag at night, and the knight of our story is destined to marry her... The spell will be broken, and she will take the form that he desires permanantly, if he can tell her what it is that a woman really wants.

...Something or three happens in the middle, which I don't remember at the moment...

But in the end, the knight realizes that what a woman really wants is to be in control of her own life, and so he leaves it to her to choose which form to stay in...

... I think, to make it a "happy" ending, the Lady chooses to be (conventionally) beautiful... But it might be more interesting if she chose to be a hag...

(Though it is still true that the answer to the question: "What do women want?" is "To be in control of their own destiny." -- Which is exactly what men want, too. But for some reason, that's more obvious in this culture...)


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Amergin
Date: 06 Aug 05 - 03:00 AM

True love is being a parent and gladly sharing that parenthood with some one special.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 06 Aug 05 - 06:47 AM

Of course, this is close to the plot of "Shrek"...

There is nothing new under the sun...


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 06 Aug 05 - 07:00 AM

Love is an old man hurrying to be ontime to have lunch with his wife at a nursing home. When asked why he did so, as she no longer remembers who he is, or that he even visits her every day because of her advanced Alzheimers disease; he simply replies, "because I still know who she is" Thats love....

Yours, Aye. Dave


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: CapriUni
Date: 06 Aug 05 - 02:18 PM

In my personal scheme of metaphors, romance is the apple blossom, but love is the tree which bears the fruit year after year.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Dani
Date: 06 Aug 05 - 02:38 PM

What is love, REALLY?

It's getting up in the middle of the night to take care of the kids and spouse who have a stomach flu (all but you?!). Not the first time, anyone can do that. But the 2nd, and 3rd, and 4th. And getting up the next morning, not walking out the front door.

Just one example that comes to mind...

Dani


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: JennyO
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 10:26 AM

What is this thing called, love?


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Joe_F
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 11:15 AM

It wasn't a library book at the time she wrote in it.

--- Joe Fineman    joe_f@verizon.net

||: The tragedy is not what we suffer, but what we miss. :||


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Little Hawk
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 01:24 PM

Love is selfless service. Consider the lives of Jesus, Gandhi, and Mother Teresa. That's Love.

Love is also complete, not partial. Partial love is just strategic bargaining with people in pursuit of a desired objective.


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Amos
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 07:20 PM

The Knight and the Hag was also discussed in the thread called "What Do Women Want" IIRC. Very enlightening discussion.

You don't need to go all the way to Mother Teresa. Just read Dani's response. I know there are also male equivalents. But her example really nails what it can mean.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 08:22 PM

It's seeing your best friend make a complete tit of himself with a woman who totally and utterly made his life a misery but he seems intent on doing it again... and standing back and letting him because it's his decision.... that's love.

LTS


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 10:01 PM

Love?
It is a killin' fit.
Beauty?
It's a blossom!
And if you want yor fanger bit just stick it at a possum!!

Art Thieme----from Frank Warner


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 07 Aug 05 - 10:27 PM

Lawrence Durrell said in his amazing "ALEXANDRIA QUARTET":

"There are three things you can do with a woman. You can love her, you can suffer for her, or you can turn her into art."

All three were in Foolestroupe's little tale.--No matter where it came from, it is good thread fodder.

Art Thieme


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Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: MBSLynne
Date: 08 Aug 05 - 11:03 AM

Love is a different thing for every individual for whom you feel it. You can love a whole family of kids, you love your parents, you love your friends. It is also possible to love lots of members of the opposite sex, all in different ways. What isn't possible, I believe, is to love any two people in exactly the same way. Love is also boundless and infinite. However many people I love, there is always plenty more love to give to more people. The number of people I love is so large that it would take me a while to count them all. And it may sound trite, but the more love you give out the more is given back to you.

Love Lynne


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