History is not a discipline but something that is not yours — which is the main definition of beauty. Hence, the sentiment, for it is not going to love you back.
How tiresome it must be, to reduce the essential story of the world to nothing by a case of unrequited longing. Yet, as we know, it is not progress, we do not tread with uneven step toward some unblighted sweet perfection — so the sickly sway of modern romanticism will have to do.