The Novel Is Not The

She Loved To Walk Down The Street With A Book Under Her Arm. It Had The Same Significance For Her As An Elegant Cane For The Dandy A Century Ago. It Differentiated Her From Others.

Fortunately Women Have The Miraculous Ability To Change The Meaning Of Their Actions After The Event.

...[p]eople Who Shout Joy From The Rooftops Are Often The Saddest Of All... (p.24)

But Deep Down She Said To Herself, Franz Maybe Strong, But His Strength Is Directed Outward; When It Comes To The People He Lives With, The People He's Loves, He's Weak. Franz's Weakness Is Called Goodness. Franz Would Never Give Sabina Orders. He Would Never Command Her, As Tomas Had, To Lay The Mirror On The Floor And Walk Back And Forth On It Naked. Not That He Lacks Sensuality; He Simply Lacks The Strength To Give Orders. There Are Things That Can Be Accomplished Only By Violence. Physical Love Is Unthinkable Without Violence.

Immortality Is A Ridiculous Illusion, An Empty Word, A Butterfly Net Chasing The Wind.