A Dramatic Classic Leap

Most of my romances are like this, so that I must conclude my behavior produces the poor result.

I present my problem to nearly everyone I know well and there is no solution to my problem. They ask me, “How did that happen?” or they say, “This is not right.” They want to talk to me about sex, what I should know about fortune-telling, how to think logically, how to improve my conversation.

I took to fluffing my speech with the details of the day, with some unrelated subjects about my health, my salary, with absolutely worthwhile questions on poetry and art.

I learnt that being partially helpful and light feels as if I am a dear, and, that whatever else I do I expel this.