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What is the content of love?
 But basically, love is nothing we can't put our finger on at all
 We say– we, we use such words as warmth, um, tenderness
 Uh, all these things, they don't really get to the point
 When you're, you're loving somebody
 You are simply delighting in that person as such
 As if another human organism, in its mental and its physical aspects
 Were a piece of music, or a– a work of art, or a glorious morning
 And you go over another person's physical form
 And look at it from every possible point of view and play with it
 And, uh, that's what it's about
 It's the adoration of the form of a human being
 And you do– you do that adoring in terms of physical contacts
 That are, say, dancing with your fingers across the skin or whatever it may be
 This is the nitty gritty, the nub of love– one wants something much more than that
 You want to be played with indefinitely
 That's more like it
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 What is the content of love?
 It's a sort of– it's part of it, it's incidental
 It's a way of saying very strongly, "Yes, I do want to be with you"
 But basically, love is nothing we can't put our finger on at all
 This is Detective Charles checking in
 Looks like we have a victim on the ground
 Gunshot wound to the head
 Uh, looks like there's some type of
 I think it's a recorder, a tape recorder in his hand
 I'm gonna have to listen to this