One of my favourite dedications is in the preface to “Real Analysis: A long-form mathematics textbook” by Jay Cummings (which is as it sounds a maths textbook). The dedication reads

“To my loving wife, who read this entire book, apart from the maths parts.”

If you read this and thought “these are twee, and I long not to read their books” - you got a friend in me.

None of these comes close to hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon frère.

Holding on to a shadow where love and life once lived.

These were touching to read

Man these tore me up. What wonderfully written sentiments.