He had to. You see a face like that perhaps twice in your life. If you don’t chase it, you’re doomed. Doomed to looking at yourself in a mirror late at night wondering what would that woman have been like? What might have happened if I’d been bold enough to introduce myself? Maybe she would have ...
As yet the new city seemed forbidden to me, and the strange unpersuadable landscape darkened as though I didn’t exist. Even the nearest Things didn’t care whether I understood them. —RAINER MARIA RILKE, “The Vast Night” I WAS DANCING WITH the cleaning woman when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it, H...