Chapter VWhat happened next? I wonder if there is anything more left to tell you. Now that I’ve started talking about these old memories, which of course have never left me for one moment but which, until now, I’ve kept shut away inside me, as if in a drawer that you would rather not disturb, now that I’ve rifled through so many events and regrets and mistakes, I have to admit that I’ve got a taste for it and it gives me a painful pleasure to recall them, as if I am unravelling from a bandage an arm that had been kept imprisoned for too long.
But I’m not going to go into all the other stories – the arguments, betrayals, explanations – because it seems too late to dwell on them now. I accepted it all a long time ago, the way it was and the way it was going to be, and I’m trying to extract
