Old people, and even middle-aged people over twenty-five, must have forgotten how it can hurt when you are sixteen to be in love with some one who loves somebody else; for neither in books nor in real life do these worn-out persons ever take such a thing seriously. But I shall never cease to remember how it feels: like having to keep smiling while a bullet is probed for in your heart, not probed for only once, and finished for good, but prodded and poked at every minute of every hour, day after day, week after week, month after month. How can you tell whether or no it’s going to be year after year as well, till all the red blood of your youth and hope has slowly been drained away?
|—||Secret History Revealed by Lady Peggy O’Malley, by A.M. and C.N. Williamson|