"There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had." John Steinbeck is wise, and a good father.

Jaw well and truly on the floor.

Linked everywhere, but what the hell: it's a cracking nine-minutes Shirkyblast. Listen to what he says; it is good.

Despite the sentiment, the love nelson remains an illegal hold of endearment in our household.