Objectification: "Legend has it that the pale, chubby roundness
of tortellini was modelled on the navel of Venus, the goddess of love.
And Marie Antoinette's breasts became the mould for saucer-style
champagne glasses." (The Courier-Mail, "Labour for Love")
Obsession: Colin Firth (In answer to the question, "What does love feel like?") "I think the word is too small for what it is. It is bizarre that you can use the same word for your lover and your firstborn child as for your piece of pizza... (and about "Head over heels love") It's a very dangerous state. You are inclined to reckless
ness and kind of tune out the rest your your life and everything that's been important to you. It's actually not all that pleasurable. I don't know who the hell wants to get in a situation where you can't bear an hour without somebody's company." (Elle magazine)
Decay: Cimitero Acattolico, the final resting place of Keats and Shelley in Rome, is crumbling into ruin and may soon close unless some "sensitive and generous souls" come to its rescue. "'It might make one in love with death, to be buried in so sweet a
place,' Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote of the cemetery, just before ending
up buried there himself after drowning off the Italian coast in 1822." (via 
Golden Rule Jones, forwarded by Lauren of Lux Lotus.)
