Recently I was browsing around the internet looking for a sly quotation to shoot to
Prynne when I came across an Irish saying:
"Great hate follows great love."
At first, I thought it looked most profound. After a moment of introspection, I thought it was a load of twaddle. Further yet, I thought on it more and became unsure.
I'm still thinking on it. Worrying at it like a dog with a bone.
I hate it when this happens. Nothing useful will come of all this thinking.