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The house is now perfectly silent.
Now are you going to tell me what is happening?
At first she doesn’t notice anything amiss.
People still thought that if something was weird and complicated it must be good.
Did you tell anyone where we were?
I’m not allowed to talk about it to anyone.
I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you.
How did they know it was me?
On the road he could walk with sorrow, as he walked through the rain.
It makes you feel bigger than you are.
I think, I ponder, I recall a hundred things.
The birds sing, but they have no song that I can hear.
Je vous ai fait très mal ?
That was all he asked, all he wanted.
That’s the way I feel about it, too.
Did you ever find anything wonderful that way?
He stopped talking and frowned.
In one way or another, it happens to everybody.
Why? Don’t you trust my driving?
It’s the time of year.
There was a lot of light.
It’s just the old war between the male and the female.
Ten minutes’ talk will straighten it out.
There wasn’t anything to work out.
She polished one pane of glass over and over.
She was stuck here on this street.
The dark didn’t bother him when she was with him.
The trouble is that these rooms are so small.
Those who go looking are on a fool’s errand.
He must find a way out before it was too late.
Nothing was right; nothing could cure her restlessness.
Now it’s started we’d better finish it.
The past was always in front of him like a river he couldn’t cross.
These nothings are nothing.
Gone Fishin’ Part Two
The air was fresh and starting to warm.
But you can’t reverse time, can you?
Shapes in clouds, faces in the leaves. They made him feel less lonely.
It was like tagging someone and then running away.
She was there to make things better.
It explains everything.
Gone Fishin’
Where do you think we are going?
He has always felt most at home in the dark.
Her sense of time has become unmoored.
Everyone is embarked on their own adventure.
Everybody is asking questions these days.
There we are. Simple as that.
Stand still. Be quiet.
Still, the world has always puzzled him.
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