If I didn't like Cavafy's poem "Before Time Could Change Them", I would absolutely detest, abominate, and odiate it. (It is reproduced below in a translation the author of which I can't recall if'n you want to see it.)
Unrelated quasi-update: I would love to read this article.
Also unrelated: there should be a band called Fronting Fellers Union Local 242.
Great sorrow and regret overcame them on their separation.
It wasn't their desire; it was circumstances.
The need one had to earn his living
made him go far away—New York or Canada.
Their love, of course, was not the love they'd started with;
the attraction holding them by slow degrees had waned,
the attraction had waned to a great degree.
But that they should separate, that wasn't their desire.
It was circumstances.—Or perhaps Fortune
came on the scene as an artist, separating them now,
before their feeling could vanish, before Time could change them;
the one will seem eternally what he was to the other—
a twenty-four year old, a young, a handsome man.
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