There seem to be no way he could stop anything that was happening, although it all felt wrong.

Of all the women he knew, she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed, in some ways.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice, you were into an argument, and they were telling you what was going to happen.