“Yes, I was falling in love—had fallen, the thing was done already. I had that sense of anxious euphoria, of happy helpless toppling, which the one who knows he will have to do the loving always feels, at the precipitous outset. For even at such a tender age I knew that there is always a lover and a loved, and knew which one, in this case, I would be.”
walking barefoot in the long floral dress, listening to the harp, gardening plants, spending time in the big orangery and reading classic novels under the tree surrounded by marble sculptures
