To-day is not the first time like that! but to-day we are feeling this great rending which is not one.

She has begun to undress.

She has taken off her blouse.

I see her neck and her breasts, a little less firm than before, through her chemise; and half tumbling on to the nape of her neck, the fair hair which once magnificently flamed on her like a fire of straw.
She only says, "It's better to be a man than a woman." Then she replies to my silence, "You see, we don't know what to say, now." In the angle of the narrow doorway she spoke with a kind of immensity.
She goes into her room and disappears.

Before I went to the war we slept in the same bed.