I am not one and simple, but complex and many. - Virginia Woolf

some we know to be dead even though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through all the forms of life; other are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six

I have seen very few people. Nessa came again. How painful these meetings are! Let me try to analyse. Perhaps it is that we both feel that we can exist independently of the other. The door shuts between us, and life flows on again and completely removes the trace. That is an absurd exaggeration.

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.