It haunted him all night, while he slept alone; it was still there in the morning, when he swallowed his coffee and backed down the driveway in the crumpled old Ford. And riding to work, one of the youngest and healthiest passengers on the train, he sat with the look of a man condemned to a very slow, painless death. He felt middle-aged.
Richard Yates...you found you were saying yes when you meant no, and โWeโve got to be together in this thingโ when you meant the very opposite ... and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didnโt know who you were. And how could anyone else be blamed for that?
Richard Yates