I'm slowly working through Erich Fromm's The Art of Loving.
It's an old fashioned looking book published way back in 1957; it's also compact and dense with words.
I've decided to go back to the beginning and start again:
"This book...wants to show that love is not a sentiment which can be easily indulged in by anyone, regardless of the level of maturity reached by him. It wants to convince the reader that all his attempts for love are bound to fail, unless he tries most actively to develop his total personality, so as to achieve a productive orientation; that satisfaction in individual love cannot be attained without the capacity to love one's neighbour, without true humility, courage, faith and discipline." (Preface)
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Jeez. That sounds like work... loving a la Erich Fromm, I mean... Well, getting through the book, too. I look forward to reading what you think when you're done.
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