“Then, what's the matter?' I wonder, in fact, how many times I have said that or something equal to it to a woman passing palely through my life.
What're you thinking? What's made you so quiet? You seem suddenly different. What's the matter? Love
me is what this means, of course. Or at least, second best: surrender. Or at the
very least, take some time regaling me with why you won't, and maybe by the end you will.”
―
Richard Ford,
The Sportswriter