She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.

The body is amazingly stubborn when it comes to sacrificing itself to the annihilating directions of the mind.

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

Widow. The word consumes itself.