Bliss and Other Stories
Of course you know what to expect. You anticipate, fully, what I am going to write. It wouldn't be me, otherwise.
I never went near the place again.
Yes, I still owe that considerable amount for lunches and dinners, but that's beside the mark. It's vulgar to mention it in the same breath with the fact that I never saw Mouse again.
Naturally, I intended to. Started out—got to the door—wrote and tore up letters—did all those things. But I simply could not make the final effort.
Even now I don't fully understand why. Of course I knew that I couldn't have kept it up. That had a great deal to do with it. But you would have thought, putting it at its lowest, curiosity couldn't have kept my fox-terrier nose away . . .page 114
Je ne parle pas français. That was her swan song for me.