I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate

There Can Be No Summary And Dramatic End To A Marriage - Only A Slow And Painful Unravelling Of A Tangled Skein Of Threads Too Stubborn To Be Broken.

There Is A Peacefulness, An Air Of Reflection, About A Rocking-chair That Attaches To No Other Moving Object.

A Marriage, Even One That Goes Awry, Generates Claims And Needs That Persist Like An Afterglow Long After The Emotional Fire Is Burned Out.

Fortunately For The Human Race, Pain, However Piercing, Is Not A Lasting Emotion. The Recollection Of Happiness Lingers, But The Consciousness Never Retains For Long The First Thrust Of Tragic Loss. The Details Of Daily Life Crowd In Upon The Mind.

There Can Be Nothing More Baffling In A Human Relationship Than Silence, The Dark Loom Of Doubts And Questions Unexpressed.