There Is Nothing Harder, At

Then You Must Say To Her, 'madame, I Observe That Your Heart Is Broken. Allow Me To Repair It For You.

For The First Time, I Had Been Struck By The Excitement Of The Traveler Who Looks History In Her Subtle Face.

Today I Will Go To Wait For Her Again, Because I Cannot Help It, Because My Whole Being Seems Now To Be Bound Up In The Being Of One So Different From Myself And Yet So Exquisitely Familiar That I Can Scarely Understand What Has Happened.

The Thing That Most Haunted Me That Day, However...was The Fact That These Things Had - Apparently - Actually Occurred...for All His Attention To My Historical Education, My Father Had Neglected To Tell Me This: History's Terrible Moments Were Real. I Understand Now, Decades Later, That He Could Never Have Told Me. Only History Itself Can Convince You Of Such A Truth. And Once You've Seen That Truth - Really Seen It - You Can't Look Away.

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.