I know this is stone-cold crazy, but I have fallen in love with a woman who died in 1912. It's C. D. Broad's Aunt Leah. If I have a daughter, I will name her Leah, no matter what my wife says. I'm reading Broad's autobiography, which he wrote in 1954. I'll quote the pertinent passages in due course. Prepare to fall in love.
Aunt Leah
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