We live untruth amid evidence of untruth. - James Salter

The only light was a standing lamp by his chair, near his elbow was a drink. He liked to read with the silence and the golden color of the whiskey as his companions. He liked food, people, talk, but reading was an inexhaustible pleasure. What the joys of music were to others, words on a page were to him.

My own life suddenly seems nothing, an old costume, a collection of rags, and I walk, I breathe to the rhythm of his which is stronger than mine.

A veces uno es consciente de cuándo están sucediéndose los grandes momentos de su vida y a veces los descubre mirando al pasado. Tal vez suceda lo mismo con las personas.