“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added:
“You know—one loves the sunset, when one is so sad …”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of the forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Please fill the gap.