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Bai-Luo:   When our hormones are in full swing, even a mule might seem like a goddess!
Cindy:   Isn't that what Shakespeare pointed out in A Midsummer Night's Dream?
Bai-Luo:   Indeed. Passion easily makes fools of us all.
Aiko:   Isn't there a way to enjoy the play of romance without getting lost in it?
Bai-Luo:   I'm not sure, but for some the fun is in getting lost . . . in a sense, I suppose that's one form of transcendence!