The universe is transformation.
...whom he had saved from a life of excessive freedom
You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash.
Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can't picture.