"It is _not_ absolutely true.

It was at first.

I am normally interested now.

If you knew more about me you would very easily understand my lack of interest in people I pass; the habit of not permitting myself to be interested--the necessity of it.

The art of indifference is far more easily acquired than the art of forgetting." "But surely," he said, "it can cost you no effort to forget me." "No, of course not." She looked at him, unsmiling: "It was the acquired habit of indifference in me which you mistook for--I think you mistook it for stupidity.