There is one difficulty that besets a young person who seeks for love. Like the gold-miner who comes across a large lode of quartz streaked with a substance that looks like gold but which later, on assay, turns out to be iron pyrites or "fool's gold," the lover is apt to come across a girl with whom he thinks he is in love but who later turns out to be only another person. This is only an infatuation. It is a sudden flaring up of love and a sudden dying down of it. The trouble is that its symptoms are exactly the same as true love. The same catch in the throat, the same aching void in the heart in an absence, the same overwhelming surge to the lover, the same passionate responses in an embrace and a kiss are present in an infatuation as are in true love. The only difference comes not in the quality but in the time consumed. Where an infatuation is a mater of the minute, true love is a matter of a lifetime. Yet,
how are we to tell the difference between an infatuation and true love at the onset of the love affair? 
