"I have read your English books that talk about eternal love, but perhaps I will understand their meaning only when I arrive in London because at the moment I still don't fully grasp it - or rather, I don't understand the meaning that you give it attributed. Love has a life cycle, like a flower that grows in a field: once it has blossomed, it soon withers. Then spring returns, but the same flower does not return, nor another with the same roots. It's a law of nature. Once the flaring passion has reached its peak, it is more likely to die out."