Regency correspondence mode: ONThere is no inside without there should be an outside. Whatever victory you carve for yourself on this miserable pile of shit of a planet cannot help but come at the cost of another's defeat.Very often your own.And yet.This pain—the loss—it is not yours alone.When your world conspires, by design or through indifference, to deny you and your soul the smallest measure of happiness—when your family, your social circle, indeed—your life—conspire to stand athwart you and your beloved, vanquish them. Lay waste to them all, and do not scruple at the cost.For somewhere there is another, just like you, who does not. Who cannot, or who will not. And there is never any accounting for the love this other never claims.And there is so little time. So little time in which to claim it, before you are gone. And everything you ever knew—gone.Fight. Claim a love that's yours. Defend it against all who would seek to take it from you.Better to hurt—even destroy—those who would keep it from you, than to stand aside, and watch it fade away, until the curtain of night at last draws down upon your head.And when you can—maybe even when you shouldn't—love. Give love. Be love. For there is nothing to say that it'll come from anywhere else.Ever.***I should be able to explain what this book did to me, but I can't. I can't even say I read the entire ending—I wept for the final two chapters, and have no idea how I managed to see any of the closing 500 words at all.For a more useful review, read Eric's. It's very good.Read this. Once you get used to the formal, archaic cadence, you will be rewarded with a beautiful, funny, insightful story that will hopefully leave you in better shape than it did me.