Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever s….

She was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be….

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance..

...he who remains passive when over-whelmed with grief loses his best chance of recovering his elasticity of mind..