"Once I am satisfied, disenchantment is inevitable.

Oh, well, so much the better, for with this romance going on I cannot work." "Miserable me! relapsing--only in mind, alas!--to the age of twenty.

I am waiting for a woman.

I who have scorned the doings of lovers for years and years.

I look at my watch every five minutes, and I listen, in spite of myself, thinking it is her step I hear on the stair.
"No, there is no getting around it.