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From: Saal N. <st...@ex...> - 2010-04-21 22:21:37
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when he doesn't, he keeps the habits. Toujours des petits soins. He never goes out of training, even at home." "He sounds charming to live with." "Ah, yes. That is it. He is charming. One cannot bear it. To have the five-finger exercises of his irresistibility played on one. To be the stiff piano on which he practises but never plays. It is too much. And one remembers the days when one was the concert grand. Pouf. It is not agreeable." There was a pause. Maurice knew that she was going to say a great many other things. But they had reached the Hotel Bungalow. Regretfully they parted. He thought that she was a very remarkable woman indeed. She thought how like her husband he was. Her husband twenty-five years ago. At dinner she still was in black and white. Black covered with filmy laces, soft and shadowy and mysterious. After dinner they sat on the terrace and looked out at the inky relentless sea. "Being sensible is no good at all," she said with sudden passion. "Courage is the only helpful virtue; when I married I was young and very pretty and I had thought about life a lot. I knew that in men fidelity had the importance that they gave to it. To a few--very few--it matters--but in most cases unfaithfulness is not a psychological thing at all; it is simply a temporary excess like getting drunk--squalid, if you like--but not touching your real relationships. Women bluff a lot on the subje |