It’s good that I should have to come some way to meet you.

Wonder ’do we – by the same words – mean the same things?

I hardly trust myself to write about him. I do not know what I should write about him.

There’s a strength in that look, a wilfulness; one would almost call it defiance except that it is so good-humoured. It is the look a woman would wear – would have worn – if she asked a man, a stranger, say, to dance.

She wanted nothing to come between her and the rain and the sky.

So. Tell me. What do you think? Which is better? To take action and perhaps make a fatal mistake – or to take no action and die slowly anyway?

She needs to leave him alone when he wants to be left alone. But then, do they meet in order for him to be left alone? Do they take trains and aeroplanesand drive for hours so that he should be left alone? If what he wants is to be left alone, then why do they meet at all? Everybody worries so about separation, but the problem is not the separations; it is how they are when they’re together.

We always know how the story ends. What we don’t know is what happens along the way.

So at the heart of all things is the germ of their overthrow; the closer you are to the heart, the closer to the reversal. Nowhere to go but down. You reach the core and then you’re blown away –.

But things move on and by the time you’ve plotted your position the world around you has changed and you are running -panting- to catch up.