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“After Lawrence’s death, Richards remembered the night they first met, when they sat in front of the fire in his room and they talked and talked, and he unfolded what seem then the extraordinary thought that the world stopped in xv with the coming of printing and gunpowder, then, late that night some deep and quick affection took hold of upon us whose vividness stirs me still and thirty years of passed away. Perhaps Lawrences family also sensed, as parents can do and as Lawrence himself did not something that Richards only admitted too late in life, that he was in love with his friend, it was love at first sight. He received my affection, my sacrifice, eventually my total subservience as though it was his due.”
― Anthony Sattin