Of course, I had to admit he was right. I didn’t really regret what I had done that much. But such viciousness astounded me. I would have liked to explain to him, politely, almost with a hint of emotion, that I have never truly been able to regret anything. I was always preoccupied by what was about to happen, either today or tomorrow. But given the position I was in, I couldn’t actually speak to anyone that way. I didn’t have the right to show I had feelings or good intentions.
