Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence

[bruce jakiah]

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    ashamed to. Kitty, on the contrary, was more active than usual. She
      was even livelier than usual. She ordered supper to be brought,
    herself unpacked their things, and herself helped to make the beds,
     and did not even forget to sprinkle them with Persian powder. She
    showed that alertness, that swiftness of reflection comes out in men
   before a battle, in conflict, in the dangerous and decisive moments of
    life--those moments when a man shows once and for all his value, and
    that all his past has not been wasted but has been a preparation for
   these moments. Everything went rapidly in her hands, and before it was
    twelve o'clock all their things were arranged cleanly and tidily in
    her rooms, in such a way that the hotel rooms seemed like home: the
    beds were made, brushes, combs, looking-glasses were put out, table
    napkins were spread. Levin felt that it was unpardonable to eat, to
    sleep, to talk even now, and it seemed to him that every movement he
     made was unseemly. She arranged the brushes, but she did it all so
   that there was nothing shocking in it. They could neither of them eat,
    however, and for a long while they could not sleep, and did not even
   go to bed. "I am very glad I persuaded him to receive extreme unction
   tomorrow," she said, sitting in her dressing jacket before her folding
    looking glass, combing her soft, fragrant hair with a fine comb. "I
    have never seen it, but I know, mamma has told me, there are prayers
     said for recovery." "Do you suppose he can possibly recover?" said
    Levin, watching a slender tress at the back of her round little head
                                  that was