He just thought quietly, 'So this is love. I see, I was wrong about it too', thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. {...} 'Perhaps they were right in putting love into books,' he thought quietly. 'Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
The character reflects on his realization about love, coming to terms with his earlier misconceptions. He acknowledges the disconnect between the idealized portrayals of love found in literature and the complexities of real life. This moment of introspection highlights a universal experience of grappling with the reality versus the romanticized notions often conveyed in books.
He considers whether love truly belongs in literature, pondering the possibility that its essence might be...
