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I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

T. S. Eliot, ‘East Coker’

A scientist may explore the Universe, but when he comes home at night, he doesn’t understand his wife any better.

Simon Jenkins, The Times, December 1999