Tender is the Night
Minute by minute the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees, out of the dark world (2.5.36).
"Why, I’m almost complete," she thought. "I’m practically standing alone, without him." And like a happy child, wanting the completion as soon as possible, and knowing vaguely that Dick had planned for her to have it, she lay on her bed as soon as she got home and wrote Tommy Barban in Nice a short provocative letter (3.7.92).
Moreover it is confusing to come across a youthful photograph of some one known in a rounded maturity and gaze with a shock upon a fiery, wiry, eagle-eyed stranger. Best to be reassuring – Dick Diver’s moment now began.