Reality needs a prick here and there, the carpet needs a flaw.
Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?
Indeed—why should I not admit it?—at that moment, my heart was breaking.
But it was not so much the content of our conversations as the little smiles she gave at the end of utterances, her small ironic inflexions here and there, certain gestures with her shoulders or her hands, which began to recall unmistakably the rhythms and habits of our conversations from all those years ago.
It must do one good to be mistaken for a lord every now and then.
But then, I suppose, when with the benefit of hindsight one begins to search one’s past for such ‘turning points,’ one is apt to start seeing them everywhere.