I Am 46, And Have Been For

The Lessons Taught In Great Books Are Misleading. The Commerce In Life Is Rarely So Simple And Never So Just.

Like Many Rich Men, He Thought In Anecdotes; Like Many Simple Women, She Thought In Terms Of Biography.

For Once A Thing Is Known, It Can Never Be Unknown. It Can Only Be Forgotten.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

And Without Understanding, Could Each Properly Love The Other?