Of love, eternity, and Ilkley Moor

From Manuel Fraga’s dreadful Nuevos diálogos, found yesterday on the street (it’s becoming a habit): An old French song reminds us that “the pleasure of love only lasts a moment, while the sorrow of love lasts for ever.” A pragmatic English take, probably also old: What’s the difference between love and herpes? Herpes is for…