She Would Live Now, Not

It Almost Seemed As If There Must Be Some Random And Of Course Unfair Thrift In The Emotional Housekeeping Of The World, If The Great Happiness--however Temporary, However Flimsy--of One Person Could Come Out Of The Great Unhappiness Of Another.

You Think That Would Have Changed Things? The Answer Is Of Course, And For A While, And Never.

Speculation Can Be More Gentle, Can Take Its Time, When It Is Not Driven By Desire.

That's Something I Think Is Growing On Me As I Get Older: Happy Endings.

What She Felt Was A Lighthearted Sort Of Compassion, Almost Like Laughter. A Swish Of Tender Hilarity, Getting The Better Of All Her Sores And Hollows, For The Time Given.