#intractable

I'm just three Psyducks in a trench coat and one always has a migraine.

Had he at the beginning so hardened his heart that change could not any more happen?

intractable

Despite the difficulties of my story, despite discomforts, doubts, despairs, despite impulses to be done with it, I unceasingly affirm love, within myself, as a value. Though I listen to all the arguments which the most divergent systems employ to demystify, to limit, to erase, in short to depreciate love, I persist: “I know, I know, but all the same...” I refer the devaluations of love to a kind of obscurantist ethic, to a let’s-pretend realism, against which I erect the realism of value: I counter whatever “doesn’t work” in love with the affirmation of what is worthwhile. This stubbornness is love’s protest: for all the wealth of “good reasons” for loving differently, loving better, loving without being in love, etc. a stubborn voice is raised which lasts a little longer: the voice of the Intractable lover.

Well, I tried a couple times, but I couldn't do it—I couldn't get away from being who I was.