I Could Not Unlove Him Now, Merely

To Talk To Each Other Is But A More Animated And An Audible Thinking.

Tact, If It Be Genuine, Never Sleeps.

Men, In General, Are A Sort Of Scum, Very Different To Anything Of Which You Have An Idea.

Yet It Would Be Your Duty To Bear It, If You Could Not Avoid It: It Is Weak And Silly To Say You Cannot Bear What It Is Your Fate To Be Required To Bear.

No Reflection Was To Be Allowed Now, Not One Glance Was To Be Cast Back; Not Even One Forward. Not One Thought Was To Be Given Either To The Past Or The Future. The First Was A Page So Heavenly Sweet, So Deadly Sad, That To Read One Line Of It Would Dissolve My Courage And Break Down My Energy. The Last Was An Awful Blank, Something Like Then World When The Deluge Was Gone By.