I looked at
the face, at the shape of the jaw and curve of the forehead; I looked at the
mouth of the mother of the girl whose mouth I couldn’t get enough of kissing. I
looked and I looked; but while I saw similarities (the forehead, the set of the
eyes), while I could understand that other people might take them for mother
and daughter, it didn’t work for me. I couldn’t see that Gillian was going to
turn into Mme Wyatt. It was completely improbable, and for one simple reason:
Gillian wasn’t going to turn into anyone
else. She would change, of course. I’m not so silly and in love that I don’t
know that. She would change, but she wouldn’t change into someone else, she
would change into another version of herself. And I would be there to see it
happen.
—Talking it
Over.
Julian
Barnes.
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