Don’t You Wonder Sometimes, What Might Have

All I Know Is That I've Wasted All These Years Looking For Something, A Sort Of Trophy I'd Get Only If I Really, Really Did Enough To Deserve It. But I Don't Want It Anymore, I Want Something Else Now, Something Warm And Sheltering, Something I Can Turn To, Regardless Of What I Do, Regardless Of Who I Become. Something That Will Just Be There, Always, Like Tomorrow's Sky. That's What I Want Now, And I Think It's What You Should Want Too. But It Will Be Too Late Soon. We'll Become Too Set To Change. If We Don't Take Our Chance Now, Another May Never Come For Either Of Us.

I Want My Words To Survive Translation. I Know When I Write A Book Now I Will Have To Go And Spend Three Days Being Intensely Interrogated By Journalists In Denmark Or Wherever. That Fact, I Believe, Informs The Way I Write - With Those Danish Journalists Leaning Over My Shoulder.

I Do Not Think I Responded Immediately, For It Took Me A Moment Or Two To Fully Digest These Words Of Miss Kenton. Moreover, As You Might Appreciate, Their Implications Were Such As To Provoke A Certain Degree Of Sorrow Within Me. Indeed- Why Should I Not Admit It? - At That Moment, My Heart Was Breaking.

Love Isn't About When You First Meet. It's About The Many, Many Years You Spend Together, When You're Trying To Keep That Flame Burning.

Perhaps It Is Indeed Time I Began To Look At This Whole Matter Of Bantering More Enthusiastically. After All, When One Thinks About It, It Is Not Such A Foolish Thing To Indulge In - Particularly If It Is The Case That In Bantering Lies The Key To Human Warmth.