While every romance of the conventional style ends in a wedding, this history treats of the common experience of all unhappy couples, whose bonds do not link them to sources of love, delight, support, succour, or any of the deep wells they expected when they bound themselves together.
Even when you hear bad news face to face, you dont hear it; you overhear it, that is, you hear yourself repeating what you heard.
Hes abrupt with you because hes busy. Because hes preoccupied. Because hes upset. Because hes sad. He doesnt want to make love to you because hes tired. Because hes depressed. You hurt his feelings. You cut your hair.
Some dally with despair, taking the occasional quick plunge but shaking it off and resuming their daily lives, shot through with hope. Others plod from day to day in quiet resignation. But a few souls have mastered the country of despair. They map its thickets and cul-de-sacs with practiced hand, needing to draw no contours, for the country of despair is a country without relief.