I said that I could understand very well, that I, too, had been twenty, but she smiled and shook her head, she seemed not to believe it. Besides, while I was speaking, I myself had the impression that I was deceiving her. I don’t really remember what being twenty was like, and, if I want to be frank, my twenty seems very different from hers. I don’t recall that I was in control of choosing between what was good for me and what was bad, as she is;
