repetition and repetition

I'm sitting here listening to some music by the Rurals, a beguiling dance-music group that regularly spins extended meditations out of nothing. I'm struck by how we love to hear some things over and over.

Catherine, with whom I've just spent a couple of beautiful days of repose, loves to hear me repeat things. She loves it when I call her "my Catherine" and when I call her "Darling." She repeats the same squiggles of pleasure every time she hears those things. She sometimes has me tell her again that I have been in many lands and known many people, but I have never seen a woman as fair as she.

And I like saying that, again and again.