“Sadness, my enemy, is gaining ground, Ingrid. At this rate in the years I have left I’m going to turn into a hermit.” “That would be death in life, Victor. Do as I do. Don’t wait to defend yourself against that enemy, go out and confront it. It took me years in therapy to learn that.” “What reasons do you have to be sad, child?” “That’s what my husband asks me. I don’t know, Victor, I suppose you don’t need reasons; it’s part of your nature.”
