As for yourself--Roberta, I don't know how to
tell you that; at least I don't know how to tell you on paper. I can
imagine finding words to tell you, if--you were very much nearer to me
than you are now. I hardly dare think of that!
Yet I must try, for it's part of the story; it's all of it. With my first
sight of you, I realized that here was what I had dreamed of but never
hoped to find: beauty and charm and--character. I had seen many women who
possessed two of these attributes; it seemed impossible to discover one
who had all three. Many women I had admired--and despised; many I had
respected--and disliked. I am not good at analysis, but perhaps you can
guess at what I mean. I may have been unfortunate; I don't know. There
may be many women who are both beautiful and good. No, that is not what I
mean! The combination I am trying to describe as impossibly desirable is
that not only of beauty and goodness--I suppose there are really many who
have those; but--goodness and fascination! That's what a man wants. Can
you possibly understand?
I wonder if I had better stop writing? I am showing myself up as
hopelessly awkward at expression; probably because my heart is pounding
so as I write that it is taking the blood from my brain.
Pages:
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364