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She might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Undeniable. In the midst of life, any kind of encounter, her incompleteness. You’re not the same, was surprised when darkness came. She thought hopelessly. Not a whole women, had eternity stretching. All gone, that time, those people. All gone, that time, those people. She might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. The season had for many years now been an occasion to get through as quickly as possible. Deprivation implied once having had something to be deprived of. Any kind of encounter would fill her with a dismay equal to his. She was not a whole woman, some vital part of her had been taken away. The most deafening pop music confused her. We are not the same, she thought hopelessly. It was dreadful the way people wanted to know one’s business. She was prepared to accept the fact of their love even if she could not understand it. As a young woman she had wanted to love, had felt that she ought to. There was of course an undeniable interest, and even unadmitted pleasure in the contemplation of other people’s misfortunes. In a sense it was tit for tat. People’s misfortunes. Accept the fact of their love, never existed. All gone, that time, those people. I gyd wedi mynd, yr amser hynnw, y bobl hynny. For many years now. She had no sense of time passing. And was surprised when darkness came. What was it about the French, or the idea of the French? He put down his empty glass and took another. In the midst of life we are in death, she thought. So strong was the habit of forty years. They both made their way separately and unaware to each other. There were no photographs. The time indicated on her card was 11.35. She had resented him being there, resented what seemed his prior curiosity into her affairs. It might be as well to keep an eye on her. God moves in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. They must sense her imperfection, her incompleteness. He did not really know what to say now that it had come to the point. She had eternity stretching before her. All gone, that time, those people. What cannot now be justified has perhaps never existed.