There is a deep foundation of my being which knows not of time and change and is still and ever with Hartley, in that good place where we once were.

Of course we live in dreams and by dreams, and even in a disciplined spiritual life, in some ways especially there, it is hard to distinguish dream from reality. In ordinary human affairs humble common sense comes to one's aid. For most people common sense is moral sense. But you seem to have deliberately excluded this modest source of light. Ask yourself, what really happened between whom all those years ago? You've made it into a story, and stories are false.

It's not even like memory. It's all just there.""All the time, Willy?""Every hour, every minute.

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.

What larks we had," said James. "When?""When we were young."I could not recall any larks I had had with James. I poured out the wine and we sat in silence.

One's capacity to forget absolutely is immense.

The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of those heavenly bodies scientists tell us of.

Here memory was simply a cold cloud to be shuddered at.

Decide what you want and go for it, Fred, it's just a matter of will power!" I remember you saying that to me more than once.'I did not recall saying this nor did it sound like anything which anyone would say more than once, assuming he had ever had the misfortune to say it at all, but I was glad that Freddie had such rosy memories.