Daniel Handler on love: Why does one's own love feel as if it cuts to the heart of things, but other people's loves feel like vague amusements? [spotted via rake's progress]
More or less, that's how I feel about shoes. I don't get the endless fascination they provoke. Handbags are another story. I could have one for every hour of the day, e.g. this one for dinner with friends tonight.
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