She always told her story as if it were memorized, verbatim … And don’t you think that there are times—say, on a really wonderful day—that maybe even the worst memories are fine? Then the opposite, too, a terrible day—your lover leaves you, you can’t zip your pants, your cat runs away—when even the best things in your life seem a bit ugly, don’t they?… So it’s natural, isn’t it? You tell the story of your life differently as it goes along. Otherwise the boredom would kill us …
