Confession (1986)

Firstly I revealed in salutary confession the secret filth of my misdeed which had long been festering in stagnant silence and I made it my custom to confess often and thus to display the wounds of my blinded soul Petrarch 1352 in a letter to his brother I wish to avoid any classical misunderstandings of the above quote by stating clearly here that any sacrifice of love is yes filth or at the very least misdeed An academic reading of Petrarch tends to bias thought that there are kinds of love which might be wrong I do not believe this SB