Javier

.. why would I spy on him, what did I care what happened outside of that bedroom or indeed inside it when I wasn't there, surely he must know that out relationship wasn't only transient, it was confined to and circumscribed by those occasional meetings in his apartment, in one or two rooms, what did any of the rest matter to me, his comings and goings, his past, his friendships, his plans, his entourage, his whole life, I wasn't part of that, nor would I be 'hereafter', henceforth or later on, our days were numbered and that final number was never far away.

The Infatuations by Javier Marias

8:42 p.m. - 2013-08-07