A review by jaymoran
Journey Into the Past by Stefan Zweig

4.0

But love truly becomes love only when, no longer an embryo developing painfully in the darkness of the body, it ventures to confess itself with lips and breath. However hard it it tries to remain a chrysalis, a time comes when the intricate tissue of the cocoon tears, and out it falls, dropping from the heights to farthest depths, falling with redoubled force into the startled heart.