The look of love (is in your eyes)

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The reader of nice perceptions (I owe the ghost of Herman Melville around one milion dollars in copyright for the excessive use of this phrase that he uses in “Bartleby the Scrivener”, but the fact is that I just adore it) should have realised already, given the amount of posts produced in work hours, that I have not a very intellectually fulfilling or demanding work. I just have a work who doesn’t satisfy me intellectually at all, but that provides me the liberty to produce these pippe mentali mental ramblings together with many other things that have little to do with office work. The curious fact is that thanks to my work I have realised what I would have liked to do for a living, that is, writing, but, at the same time, is highly improbable that I would ever have known that I “can” write shouldn’t I have this work. I know, you have lost yourselves. It’s the classic example of dog eating his tail.

This morning, while doing the daily work that implies the use of about three neurons combined, I’ve watched again the end of North & South. As no one is listening now, I can say that I’ve wept twice watching this: the first time I’ve seen it and today. And I can assure you that I’ve watched the above scene many and many times.

The key is the look. The absolute look of love that Richard Armitage gives his partner, Daniela Denby-Ashe. I add the tag “Great to be Alive” to this post, because one of the great things of being alive is having the chance to receive a look like that. I have been thinking about love lately, and the fact that if it is better to be a late or an early bloomer. I was not a late bloomer myself (I’ve received the first look of real love at about eighteen, which is definitely not late even if not quite early) but I think that late bloomers appreciate the looks of love more, as have “lived” more and they have earned that look more. They have lived years maybe feeling themselves unappropriate, or weird, thinking: ‘was that slightly plesant feeling all?‘ or ‘Is there something amiss in me that I’m the only one not to have felt like that?‘. When you are in the middle of a look of love, the rest of the world disappears, you feel that kind of connection that goes beyond that precise moment or even that precise person. The problem with those unique glances of love in long-term relationships is that they don’t last forever; they evolve, become something else but from a certain point on are not as heartmelting as they were once.

I’ve spent a good half an hour at home trying to find my copy of Nick Hornby’s “High Fidelity” to find a quote but who knows where the book is; I’m quite sure that in a few days I will find it in the third row of one of the libraries looking me mockingly. At the end of the novel Rob, the protagonist, reasons about what is the problem with the relationship with his girlfriend Laura, and arrives to the conclusion that the problem is that there will never be more “first times” with her: no more first appointments, first kisses. This is how I feel about the looks of love; I still send and receive them, but they are no longer as the ones that have made me cry this morning. They are no worst, but are different. I miss those first looks of love but I can always watch again the end of “North and South” to remember how they are like.

This is my favourite version of “The Look of Love”, Diana Krall’s

 

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7 thoughts on “The look of love (is in your eyes)

  1. I think the work I chose initially was so demanding that I’d never have realized that I wanted to write (although a big part of that job was writing). It’s like you need a job that is less demanding than it could be in order to think your own thoughts. I wish I had realized this when I was 20 — but then again, at that point I didn’t know what my own thoughts were.

    1. Yes that’s right, a less demanding job which gives me the chance to… be in my fantasy world? 😉
      As almost everything in my life it was not a consciously done choice, it just happened. Nevertheless as I am very Mediterranean regarding “I work to live, I don’t live to work” I have never applied for other better paid and more demanding works because I knew that most probably I would not have this liberty.

      Indeed I have always admired deeply people who have had always a very clear concept of what they wanted to do for a living from an early age. I’m 44 and I’m still rambling… 😀

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