Is it really her I love, I thought to myself as I looked again at Chloe reading on the sofa across the room, or simply an idea that collects itself around her mouth, her eyes, her face? In using her face as a guide to her soul, was I not perhaps guilty of mistaken metonymy, whereby an attribute of an entity is substituted for the entity itself {the crown for the monarchy, the wheel for the car, the White House for the US government, Chloe's angelic expression for Chloe…}?
( Alain de Botton )
[ On Love ]
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