“I loved Eliot on sight.”
“Isn’t there some other word you could use?”
“Than what?”
“Than love.”
“What better word is there?”
“It was a perfectly good word – until Eliot got hold of it. It’s spoiled for me now. Eliot did to the word love what the Russians did to the word democracy. If Eliot is going to love everybody, no matter what they are, no matter what they do, then those of us who love particular people for particular reasons had better find ourselves a new word.” - Kurt Vonnegut God Bless You, Mr. Roswewater
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