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Guido was not a fan of rashness. He had only shown what he felt, not told. He had always known that once his affections were firmly placed, excess would rapidly follow. Now what he felt was the emotional equivalent of extreme thirst. He wanted to stay up all night and watch Holly, who had gone off to sleep and left him.
At the time, she could not quite distinguish between love, lust, confusion, and longing. That mixture looked briefly like the real thing. As a result, their alliance did not amount to much. It simply turned Misty around. It gave her a taste of what she now knew she was too old for: that high-flown emotional deprivation that is the earmark of hopeless romantic love.
Misty’s personality was a deliberate creation. She felt she was not unlike one of those seashells that looks elaborate, but is only the housing for a very soft animal. There was no point—and no fun—in committing the imitative fallacy in matters of self, especially when the self you were housing was moved by scenes of ordinary human kindness. It seemed to her unwise to let the world at large know how easily moved she was, so she kept it to herself. Even John Bride, who behaved like a creature from another planet who had come to earth to see how its creatures might amuse him, was unaware of how
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Although by action she seemed to love him ardently, Holly did not seem to live in the realm of the emotions. She felt, she emoted, and she never gave it a second thought. The complexities of love and marriage were things she lived with and through, and that was that. Guido, to whom thinking and feeling were the same thing, was learning that you might live with someone whose sense of life was not your own.
“Go talk to the headmaster,” said Guido. “That’s just it,” said Vincent. “I keep waiting around for someone to tell me to shape up, but no one does. I keep thinking that when I’m older, I’ll get a grip on all this. One morning, I’ll wake up and and be a grownup.” “No, you won’t,” said Guido. “You’ll just wake up and feel tireder than usual and then you’ll find that you’ve run out of patience with a lot of things you thought were normal. Or you’ll get lucky.”
“Life has been very perfect lately. It’s so perfect I find it a little frightening. I almost can’t see it. I think we need an artificial break. I think we need to be apart just for a little bit. I’m afraid that if one of us doesn’t do this, we will wake up one morning covered with emotional cobwebs and taking each other for granted.”
“Guido,” said Holly, “we have a better marriage than most people. We like each other more. We are better friends. We have more fun. We have nicer dinners. But I think we are getting very used to it. Life is simply going on and on. I want to do something daring for us. I also need a little space for myself. I think some deprivation will do us a world of good.”
“Holly’s pregnant,” said Guido, wearily. “Oh,” said Misty. “Vincent doesn’t know that.” “No,” said Guido. “And I don’t want him to know. I’m afraid I just can’t face his smiles of delight at this wonderful news.” “I see.” “You probably do,” said Guido. “I guess I thought I could count on you not to chirp with joy. I need to talk to someone, and that someone is you.”
I can see your point and you’re entitled to it. But you have to see Holly’s and Holly is not you. Besides, Holly answers everything you think about the world and loves you too. You win both ways. You can brood with nothing very serious to brood about. You can think the universe is dark and full of awful surprises and you can be right and wrong at the same time. Holly is the perfect wife for you. If you were married to someone just like you, the two of you would sit around and discuss every tiny event in your past, present, and future and you’d never have any fun.”
The big surprise that marriage to Vincent had sprung on her was contentment. She had moments of desolation and moments of great joy, but underneath was some steady current of feeling. Misty’s propensity toward pessimism and Vincent’s toward optimism really did complement. Vincent was no less cheerful, and Misty was only slightly less judgmental, but they seemed to have formed a third person who smoothed out their edges and made life together possible and profitable. Misty excepted Vincent from the rest of human kind. He had his faults, but he was genuinely kind and true. He played fair and was
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