But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

“We scarcely want to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.”

“The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.”

“She felt drawing further from her and further from her an Archduke,(she did not…”

“It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human appa…”