Those bodies which, when full of life and beauty, lay in their arms, and were their joy and comfort, when dead and putrid, become but the more loathsome from remembrance of former endearments.
Edmund Burke: “Those bodies which, when full of life and beauty, lay in their arms, and were their joy and comfort, when dead and…”
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Burke reflects on the disturbing transformation of cherished relationships into memories of decay and loss.
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