“But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.”
                                        
                                        Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922) 
Contesto: He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.
                                    
 
 
        
     
        
     
        
     
        
     
        
     
        
     
        
     
        
     
        
    