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It's been a long time since I'd been so struck by a passage from a book.

Every moment that has passed between Haskell and her is examined and re-examined; every look, gesture, and nuance interpreted and reinterpreted. While she sits at the dining table, or writes letters on the porch, or reads to her mother in her room, Olympia invents dialogue and debate with Haskell and weaves amusing anecdotes for him around the most seemingly banal events of her daily life... But though she repeats the same conversations and scenes over and over in her mind, she cannot exhaust them... Occasionally, her relentless scrutiny of the brief time she has spent in Haskell's presence is an agony to her, for she can see no satisfactory conclusion to what has begun, nor any possible way at all to go forward.

From Fortune's Rocks by Anita Shreve