"She continued to have problems with her balance, she was no longer confident about it, and also she became a little stooped. Age doesn't arrive slowly, it comes in a rush. One day nothing has changed, a week later, everything has. A week may be too long a time, it can happen overnight. You are the same and still the same and suddenly one morning two distinct lines, ineradicable, have appeared in the corners of your mouth."
. . . .
"The landscape was beautiful but passive. The emptiness of things rose like the sound of a choir making the sky bluer and more vast."
. . . .
"Like that, they were gone. All of it had come back so swiftly. The past seemed there at his feet, the neglected past. He felt oddly refreshed."
. . . .
"Wells had married again sure of even less. He had seen a woman's legs and talked to her in the neighboring yard. They had run off together and his wife had formed her life around his. Perhaps it was a question of that, arranging a life. Perhaps they would travel. . . They would plan trips together and stay in small hotels."
- All That Is, James Salter
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