I do not see him any more.

He has lost us.' Ah!" And with one and the same movement their lips joined.
She breathed out like a sigh: "That was the one time I enjoyed." "We shall always be afraid," he said.
These words interlaced and changed into kisses.

Their whole life surged into their lips.
Yes, they had to revive their past so as to love each other, they had constantly to be reassembling the pieces so as to keep their love from dying through staleness, as if they were undergoing, in darkness and in dust, in an icy ebbing away, the ruin of old age, the impress of death.
They clasped each other.
They were drowned in the darkness.

They fell down, down into the shadows, into the abyss that they had willed.
He stammered: "I will love you always." But she and I both felt that he was lying again.

We did not deceive ourselves.