How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I’d been saving up for her all my life.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments – (pause) – after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to...

I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing...

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from...

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn’t enough for you.