But this was one way of knowing people, she thought: to know the outline, not the detail, to sit in one's garden and look at the slopes of a hill running purple down into the distant heather.

“She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her hea…”

“It is so beautiful, so exciting, this love, that I tremble on the verge of it, …”

“For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, b…”

“Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our ho…”