He's a man, she thought, and the very word gave her s frisson, a lurch inside.

“They did not talk about the larger present, so circumscribed, so uncontrollable…”

“Look how beautiful the green lawns of the park are in the misty evening light, …”

“Other people", Rose thought. "Other people and their bloody love.”

“No one ever wins a war, and wars are never over.”