I noticed their faces, but paid very little attention to them. From the moment I walked into the hospital I felt them staring at me. Young and old, intelligent and stupid, they were desirous of a woman that I incarnated and not the woman that I actually was. It isn't that I'm pretty and have a body that is alive and attractive, but my main appeal was in their imagination. I guess it is true that I far outshone the usual nurse that works in a hospital and my tanned and shapely legs have been gazed upon time and time again.
Three long years of a veritable odyssey into the unknown, a world between two worlds, a world in which no code curtailed our natural life. Ah, how can I gaze upon this innocuous photo before me!
This diary-my diary-shall never he read by anyone except myself. I don't wish anyone to read what I have to say and especially after reading it would merely lift their insensitive shoulders.
I glance at Harry. He has grown fat in the last ten years. He has a red face now, bags under his eyes. And now there is the way he holds his cigar, as if he owned the world. He has aged. There had been a time with him too... He wanted to so terribly.