Of all the worn, smudged, dog-eared words in our vocabulary, love is surely the grubbiest, slimiest, smelliest. Bawled from a million pulpits, lasciviously crooned through hundreds of millions of loud speakers, it has become an outrage to good taste and decent feeling, an obscurity that one hesitates to pronounce. And yet it has to be pronounced, for, after all, “love” is the last word.
- Aldous Huxley








