So I Was Still Guilty.

There's This Old Saying That, If You Aren't Particularly Gifted In Natural Sciences, If You Don't Want To Become A Teacher Or Pastor Or Doctor, And Don't Know What Else To Do, Then You Become A Lawyer. But I've Never Regretted It.

When An Airplane's Engines Fail, It Is Not The End Of The Flight.

What A Sad Story, I Thought For So Long. Not That I Now Think It Was Happy. But I Think It Is True, And Thus The Question Of Whether It Is Sad Or Happy Has No Meaning Whatever.

It Wasn't That I Forgot Hanna. But At A Certain Point The Memory Of Her Stopped Accompanying Me Wherever I Went. She Stayed Behind, The Way A City Stays Behind As A Train Pulls Out Of The Station. It's There, Somewhere Behind You, And You Could Go Back And Make Sure Of It. But Why Should You?

But Then She Was Not Awkward, She Was Slow-flowing, Graceful, Seductive - A Seductiveness That Had Nothing To Do With Breast And Hips And Legs, But Was An Invitation To Forget The World In The Recesses Of The Body