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Lovesickness is often silent, private, concealed. Once it struck at a friend's wedding

By Cynthia Ozick   December 1999

Once, when i had already been married for a time, I went to a friend’s wedding and fell in love with the bridegroom. It happened out of the blue, in an instant, as unexpectedly as a sneeze. I was not responsible for it; it came upon me; it was an incursion, an invasion-a possession, like that of a dybbuk. Or it was what diplomats call an “intervention,” an intact sovereign tract subjected without warning to military fire. Or it was a kind of spell, in the way the unearthly music of a fairy-tale pipe casts a helpless enchantment so that,…

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