It's still the eyes, isn't it?
"But it's still the eyes we look at, isn't it? That's where we found the other person, and find them still. The same eyes that were in the same head when we first met, slept together, married, honeymooned, joint-mortgaged, shopped, cooked and holidayed, loved one another and had a child together. And were the same when we separated.
But it's not just the eyes. The bone structure stays the same, as do the instinctive gestures, the many ways of being herself. And her way, even after all this time and distance, of being with me."
I'm meeting my book club tonight to discuss The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes. I didn't have time to reread the novel so I ended up skimming it and rereading my review and all the 176 comments (an all-time record for my blog). I also came across the section above which I had highlighted on my first reading. Indeed, it's a beautifully written novel but I'm still stumped about some things. I'm sure we'll have a never-ending discussion tonight but I wonder if we'll be satisfied with all our different scenarios. I guess I'll have to wait and see.