I know that very well.

I can say nothing to meet them.

Nor should I attempt anything.

It may sound brazen, but that past of mine, which I can see perpetually present in Aldous Raeburn's mind, for instance, and which means so much to his good aunt, means to me just nothing at all! The doctrine of identity must be true--I must be the same person I was then.

But, all the same, what I did then does not matter a straw to me now.