Following some of our discussions, she keeps her face contracted and spiteful, or assumes the martyr's air, and sometimes there are moments of hatred between us.
Often she says, while talking of something else, "Ah, if we had had a child, all would have been different!" I am becoming personally negligent, through a sort of idleness, against which I have not sufficient grounds for reaction.

When we are by ourselves, at meal times, my hands are sometimes questionable.

From day to day, and from month to month, I defer going to the dentist and postpone the attention required.

I am allowing my molars to get jagged.
Marie never shows any jealousy, nor even suspicion about my personal adventures.

Her trust is almost excessive! She is not very far-seeing, or else I am nothing very much to her, and I have a grudge against her for this indifference.
And now I see around me women who are too young to love me.