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The illicitly favored lover is never jealous of the husband; but of
another illicitly favored lover, how jealous he is. But

Jealousy, like modesty, and like virtue, varies with every time and
clime: what is customary in Cairo would rouse consternation in Kent, and
what goes on in Vienna shocks New England. So,

How the husband favored lover differs also with every time and clime:
here he is mulcted in damages, there he is shot down, in a third place he
is tolerated.

How the woman thinks her husband should treat the illicitly favored lover
--that you shall never find out.

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The edacity of jealousy is unappeasable:

A wronged lover, in his pain, looks for more pain to bear: like a martyr
in an ecstasy, he cries out for further tortures. In love one always
sees higher unreachable heights; in jealousy always deeper unreachable
depths. And

There is no wound but leaves its cicatrix.

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