" Thus we enter our own age of Romance. Whether we enter it recklessly and courageously in a state of wild confidence that we will love magnificiently and be loved magnificently, and faithfuly, till the end of time, or we enter it slowly, carefully, fearfully, or perhaps with cuning and manipulation, as we plan teh victory we are certain will be ours, all this is irrelevant. We should not forget that Cupid, despite his rosy, round-cheeked innocence,is armed with a bow and arrow. He aims to pierce us. He aims to wound us. Yet few run to hide from him. We often, quite literally, bare our breasts. "