«It takes a remarkably short time to withdraw from the world. I travelled until I arrived at a life of my own.
What really makes us is beyond grasping, it is way beyond knowing.
We give in to love because it gives us some sense of what is unknowable. Nothing else matters. Not at the end.
I saw her once more only. I saw her by accident at an airport changing planes. She didn’t see me. She was with peter. She was holding a child. She was no different from anyone else». (Jeremy Irons, Damage, 1992)