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Melancholy is amorous passion’s sombre lining. A sorrowful pleasure, this lugubrious intoxication constitutes the banal background from which our ideals or euphoria break away as much as that fleeting lucidity which breaks the trance entwining two people together. Conscious that we are destined to lose our loves, we are perhaps even more grieved to notice in our lover the shadow of a loved object, already lost. Depression is the hidden face of Narcissus: that countenance which - although it will carry him off into death - remains unperceived by him as, marvelling, he contemplates himself in a mirage. In speaking of depression, we are led once again into the swampy regions of the Narcissus myth. This time, however, we shall not be concentrating on its brilliant and fragile amorous idealization. On the contrary, we shall be concerned with the shadow cast over the fragile ego, barely dissociable from the other: a shadow cast, precisely, by the loss of this necessary other - a shadow of despair.
– Julia Kristeva, On the Melancholic Imaginary.

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