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Now my beautiful farmhouse and converted barn seemed bleak and lonely.
I imagined myself blundering from one structure to the other, mad and disheveled, with a relentless Brontëan wind as my only companion. Why would I want to grow old there?

He was frighteningly thin and small and reminded me of skeletons of prehistoric people, reassembled on lab tables; there was a certain "this skull goes with this collar bone" unity about him, although the final effect was not exactly a person.

"We are young men. There's no reason to sit with a salad as if we are waiting for death."