Unhappy marriages so resemble one another that we do not need to know too much about the course of this one.
It seemed that the marriage had reached the traditional truce, the point at which so many resign themselves to cutting both their losses and their hopes.
She is the singer who would not train her voice, the rebel who drives the Jaguar too fast, the Rima who hides with the birds and the deer. Above all, she is the girl who “feels” things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.

I know something about dread myself, and appreciate the elaborate systems with which some people manage to fill the void…

Posted on February 23, 2025


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