'I said it was a pity to come all the way to Europe and use the defences of America. he said I was right, but that it was hard for him to adjust, and we began talking about politics. He's the familiar mixture of bitterness, sadness and a determination to keep some sort of balance that we all are. I went to bed deciding that to fall in love with this man would be stupid. I was lying in bed examining the phrase 'in love' as if it were the name of a disease I could choose not to have.'