The Consul (or Lowry) is that "old maker of tragedies" – love inverts into control, or if it does not, it evaporates into a meaningless freedom. Freedom inverts into imprisonment (by addiction, by love, by a political commitment), and where it does not it evaporates into selfishness and chaos in the Consul's case (...) One cannot live without love. Apparently not. But that is not to say that love comes as a naturally available panacea – it like freedom can invert into its opposite, or simply be ineffectual in the face of a different commitment. (daqui)
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