With a fluency that amazed me lies and treachery streamed from my lips. I was in extreme pain.
Only let the scene end soon and without any horrors.
I lit another cigarette and wondered distantly how I would get through the day. It was a problem demanding some ingenuity.
Mary did not believe in analysing herself, and she had left vague the notion that sometimes came to her that this anxious unfulfilled sort of loving was the only kind of which she was capable.
The morning brought the crisis of my life. But it was not anything that I could have conceived of in my wildest imaginings.
To find someone – oh yes – that is the problem. To have mutual love, that is so difficult indeed.
I feel I’m living on pain, riding on it, like a sea.
Everyone seemed to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed except me.
She thought sadly, gaiety and laughter are not in my destiny.
And so my life has become tiny and mean and incomplete and I must begin it again without comfort and without magic.
And what is love anyway? Love’s all over the mountain where the beautiful go to die no doubt, but I cannot attach much meaning to your idea of such a long-lasting love for someone you lost sight of so long ago. Perhaps it’s something you’ve invented now.
Desperate for help, living his life now as a hideous dream, he had told nobody.
Willy seemed like an inhabitant of some other dimension who could only tenuously communicate with the ordinary world. This would have troubled her less if she had not imagined his other dimension as a place of horror.
He had always thought of himself as a muddler, a sufferer, a victim.
Every night is an imitation of death. Without that I would have killed myself long ago.’ She.
But you are metaphysical, Otto. You ought to think about her in more simple terms.
Parvati’s oriental ability to see that everything was, from a certain point of view, everything else, baffled and charmed his Aristotelian western mind.
Enormous vistas of thought were unrolling in my mind.
Now that the doors of possibility had magically opened one after the other, Ludens realised how much comfort he had derived from uncertainty.
He lay on his back listening to his mother’s quiet snoring and thinking how increasingly awful his life was becoming. It was as if he were being squeezed out of the world.